Traveling Vivian

Chapter FiftySeven -- Gift of Life

Days flew by and going to school was a struggle. People soon found out I was pregnant and I was being targeted. People stared at me like I had two heads or something. I felt every pair of eyes moved at my direction. I walked down the halls as every one moved to the sides. I walked down and stared down at my belly. My overgrowing belly. I sighed and continued to walk.

Calvin and I had different schedules. I barely saw him when I was in school. He would have different classes and he was always gone before sixth period. I missed him a lot too. Sometimes I felt like he was my only true friend at school. And it was true. Besides Phil, Calvin was who i confided into.I knew I could always trust him because after all, he was my husband. It didn't matter after a while because I know I would always come home to my Calvin.

Vanessa was my true best friend, well I thought so. After my belly started showing, Vanessa avoided me. She avoided talking to me and she definitely refused to be my friend. Vanessa made every one believed i was a whore. Everyone in school started to call me that. I was bullied secretly.

She left me a note in my locker, explaining why she didn't want to be my friend anymore one day. I shook my head but I figured I should read it anyways. I went to the bathroom and I stared at the neatly folded paper. I carefully opened the note and looked at it.

"Hey Vivian.

I cannot believe you got pregnant. You always explained to me how much you hate children. Now look at you, you're fucking having a baby! You're married to a loser and most of all, you're a complete hypocrite. I'm sorry. I took you in as my friend because you were just like me. We lived in a foster house together and I felt bad for you. You looked like you needed friends. So I decided to be your friend. However, instead of hanging with me and my crew, you became a social outcast! I'm sorry but i know now I was fucking stupid to be your friend. You're a damn freak! Bye.

Love, Vanessa."

I pouted and ripped the paper note into shreds. The tears streamed down my eyes as I breathed heavily. She was so fucking damn fake! I ripped it up and threw it in the toilet bowl. I flushed it and ran to the sink.

My makeup streamed down my eyes as I cried harder. I knew I would never have friends.

I walked to my English literature class after  I finished wiping my tears. I sat down in the farthest corner of the room. I realized the classroom was empty afterwards. Being five months pregnant, I didn't want to be the last one to class. The teacher gives you odd looks and definitely the classmates. I didn't want that to happened so I sat in the far back, away from people.

I leaned my head against the desk and heard all the commotion coming from above. People were storming in as the second bell rang. They started to sit in their usual seats, categorized by cliques. There was the jocks in the opposite side of me, close to the door. The nerds three desks in front of me. They were seated next to the teacher. The middle consisted of the gossip girls. And right to me were the badasses. I watched as everyone came in the room. They glanced at me and then continued talking to each other.

The teacher came in and she tapped her ruler against the board. She had a heavy British accent so trying to understand her  was a struggle.

"Class, hand in your writing assignment." She said as she wrote on the board.

As I took out my essay and passed it up to the girl in front of me, someone appeared through the doors. She had light blonde hair and she had a nose that I could never forget. She had daddy's nose. She was my height and very beautiful. She wore torn shorts and a green crop top. She had on a diamond bracelet and she had her hair down in beautiful beach curls.

"Oh hello! You're new?" The teacher, Mrs. Lexi, asked.

The girl nodded. She handed our teacher a set of papers.