Indecisive, Over Trusting, Slut

1. When You Get Knocked Up and Your Parents Ship You Away

So Miss IOTS, you must be thinking, how exactly did you get into this predicament? Well, my darling, I'm going to tell you, just hold your shit, okay? Thanks. 

So me, being the idiot I am, managed to alert my parents of my pregnancy. They freaked out, naturally. They panicked. There was shouting and throwing things and horror. I, like an idiot, sat at the kitchen table queerly watching them and eating a bagel with cream cheese and locks on it. They were screaming at me and at each other and I was just sitting there eating a shagging bagel. They were pissed. It only made them more angry that I was sitting there enjoying my bagel while they yelled. Had they expected me to get up and shout with them? News flash parents, I didn't regret having sex. Sure, I could've picked a less shitty person to have sex with, but I'm not into regretting things. No matter what I do the ting already happened, so there is no sense in making a big ass deal out of it. 

Finally, after lots of shouting and throwing things, they decided to send me to live in one of their huge houses in the middle of some random state. They weren't going to tell me where. They didn't want any of their friends to know. My parents are sort of big deals. My mum's a big shot lawyer and my dad has some government position. Having a pregnant sixteen year old daughter who is already a disappointment is not the type of publicity they want. They went with the simplest solution to their problem, make me disappear. Making someone disappear isn't that easy though, especially your own daughter. They'll have to make up some sort of wackjob excuse as to why I'm mysteriously missing. 

They'll most likely claim I'm now attending a fancy boarding school. I am top of my class after all, so it would make sense if I went to a big shot school. My education is likely over. After they figure out what to do with the baby, they'll marry me off to one of their work buddy's sons. Oh, joy! I'll get to be married to some disgusting pig. 

I'm not sure why my parents are so surprised. I have always been a disappointment to them. I want to be a tattoo artist. I secretly had a girlfriend for three years until they found out and threatened to call the cops if they ever saw her again. I dress like a "slut" and when I don't do that, I dress like a "guy".  As if clothes could really have genders. I am a huge disappointment, but they deserve a little disappointment.

                                                                                                                                 
My mom enters my room. Her long red waves are pulled up into a tight bun. She is wearing a pants suit, it's black, the color of her heart. She glances around my room, it's mostly empty now. Everything's packed and being shipped to my hiding place. She looks over at me. The skin on her face is a vampiric white. It's tight, like her skin in not big enough for her bones to fully fit in it. For some women, this makes them look lovely, but it only makes her look to sharp and too cruel. Her eyes are green, but they're cold. She looks like she's never been nice or happy in her life. She looks like she hates everyone and everything. That's my mum, the lady with the pole up her ass.
She looks at me with more disgust and displeasure with the world than ever. I watch her. She looks at my clothing and her scowl deepens. I'm wearing a baggy sweatshirt, the sleeves are cut short. It's black. I wear a short black skirt. My carrot orange hair is hanging loose over my shoulders. No doubt, she thinks I look trashy.

"Stephanie," she starts but I cut her off.

"It's Quinn, I told you that." I tell her. She seems annoyed by my comment.

"Stephanie," she says again, ignoring my comment. I roll my eyes, but don't correct her again.

"You should dress better for your farewells." She tells me.