The Sterling Theory

5

She was the only child of parents she refused to talk about.

I found out that they moved a couple of blocks from where Megan and I lived, and that they moved in because of his dad's job. When I asked her what job it was, she shrugged and changed the subject.

I highly doubt that his occupation involved something illegal.

According to my sister, this wasn't what young adults would likely read if ever they chose to be in a story.

If ever it did involve something dangerous and against the law, what they're expecting was either an act of abuse covered by a sexual scene, or being held captive and eventually falling in love.

The night she told me this, I was sure the mad hatter syndrome was spreading, and the world has gone crazy. And not in an entertaining way.

Brooklyn sat beside me during Health class and it was a surprise that after numerous powerpoints, our teacher decided to give us a project.

Mr. Smores pulled a plastic figure from his bag.

"You'll be taking care of these babies. You obviously know how to take care of human beings whose skulls aren't fully protecting their brains yet. Now! To partner you with other students."

He placed the plastic child infront of Chase Marshall. The school's rebel who barely attended the majority of his classes. I was slightly surprised that he was present on our last subject, too.

He examined the doll before twisting it's head while Mr. Smores was calling out the names.

"Riggs, Marshall, you're getting baby number 420."

At the corner of my eye, I saw Brooklyn glare at him.

Chase Marshall waved the baby, its head still twisted, and blew her a kiss.

I was quick enough to get out of the way.