I'm sitting in the Head teachers office now. Mr Hoy looked shocked - even though he knew already - and whisked me off to the head's room. I walked in and sat down on one of her big blue chair, well I say sat, I kinda jumped on, to which Mr Hoy stuck his hands out to stop me if I fell off, how ridiculous. He then stood up straightened his jacket and began. 'This young girl is pregnant, I leave her in your capable hands.' He says patronising her and walks out. 'Sup. Miss?' I ask. She frowns. 'Why did you get pregnant?' she asks. I begin messing with the stuff on her desk and shrug. 'Dunno, bored' I grunted. 'Every day, every day you come in here Scarlett with some new incident or illness. So much so I'm thinking about giving you a time slot for it.' She shouts spitting in my face. 'O-kay. Calm down. I asked for the news not the weather.' I say wiping spit off my face disgusted. She sits down a bit calmer now. 'Who's the dad?' she asks. 'Carlos' I say dead -pan as ever. 'Carlos Morales?' she asked. 'Noo the other Carlos in our school!' I say sarcastically. Miss looks at me as I if just slapped her in the face. I wish I had. She smoothly touches the microphone button that is connected to the receptionist's desk and asks into it. 'Bring Carlos Morales into me, savvy?'. A muffled sharp voice replies.
'Right away Miss D'
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Scarlett & Morales
Teen FictionScarlett doesn't care. She doesn't care she's pregnant, or only fifteen, or even care the dad is going to jail. She just wants attention
