Fat Chance

Surprise

It happened so suddenly. I never expected it. But I won't lie and say that I didn't end up enjoying it.

Friday happened normally. I got on the bus, Danny yelled obscenities at me (although nothing was thrown, thank god), I arrived at school, met Stella in the library, then went to P.E., where we had to run an insane amount of laps (as always).

The rest of the day went by normally as well. I went to the rest of my classes. English, History, Alegebra, Health and Chemistry. 

I had to write in my journal for English class, which is just more proof of how normal my day was going.

Dear Diary, (Barf)

I'm really getting sick of having to write in the journal. In fact, I purposely didn't write in it for two whole days just to be rebellious. But then I found out you loose 20 points for ever entry you miss, so now I'm back. 

Things have actually been going pretty smoothly for me lately. I've been doing good on my tests, getting homework done, and I even went on a short walk yesterday after I got off the bus. I took a different, longer route home then I usually take. 

I really don't know what else to say, to be honest. Nothing exciting or interesting has happened in the past few days. And I think I have written enough for this to be considered a full entry. So I'm gonna stop writing now.

After classes are all done and school is out for the day, I gather my stuff from my locker and head out to the busses. There aren't very many busses that come out to pick kids up, and the majority of the buses that ARE here are short ones for the retarded kids. There are only three normal buses that come to pick kids up and they are all attached to the public schools transportation system.

Three siblings ride one of the busses and the other bus is for one singular student, like me with my bus. So in total, the normal busses only pick up 5 kids from our school. I personally think its a waste, but apparently the school board thinks its worth it.

I wait on the sidewalk patiently for the bus to arrive. More often then not, it is late, and I end up being the last person waiting. But oh well, nothing really to be done about that.

My EarPods were in my ears, blasting music from my iPod, when Stella showed up. I caught her being out of the corner of my eye, so I knew she was coming. I fumbled for my iPod and paused my music right as she slowed to a stop in front of me.

"Hey," I said, looking up at her, and as I did, I knew something was terribly wrong. 

Stella's face was pale as a ghosts and her eyes looked vacant, the lines on her forehead creased upward.

"Stell?' I asked. 

She shook herself out of her trance and focused her bleary eyes on me. 

"Oh, Quinn," she sobbed, wrapping her arms around me. 

I instantly panicked.

Although I couldn't let her see that.

I rubbed her gently on the shoulder. "Hey now, it'll be okay. What's going on?"

Stella sniffled and looked into my eyes. "Quinn," she said. 

"I'm pregnant."