Faking Pregnant

Chapter two

Faking Pregnant

Chapter two

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FRIDAY, DECEMBER THIRTY-FIRST.

            They judge me, they whisper about me. I know it's not my fault, but they make it seem as if it is my fault. Whenever I walk down the hall, they look. Whenever I smile, they wonder why. If only they knew I’m only faking, faking pregnant...

            I closed my laptop, taking a deep breath. Man, writing a book is hard. Especially if the book is about you! Sighing, I hoped off my bed and slipped into the hallway. I need to talk to dad. I crept down the hall, careful not to disturb my mother sleeping in her bedroom. Dad just got home, and I’ve been wanting to talk to him since.

            "Dad?" I whispered, looking around the living room for any sign of him. "You there?"

            I jumped at the sound of his voice, "Yeah Sport! In the kitchen looking at the mountain of stuff your mom bought!"

            Grinning, I walked into the kitchen and saw my dad sitting at the table pouring some cereal into a bowl. "Hey, dad."

            "Hey Kiddo!"

            My dad was one of those all-American dads. With light brown hair, and caring brown eyes, it's a wonder how I got such an amazing dad. "How was your day?"

            He smiled again. "Great, except for this old man who came in. When I told him he needed a root canal, he pushed me against the wall and hocked a fat-ass loogey right on my face." His face twisted into horror as he remembered.

            Laughing, I replied, "You deserved it! Letting Mom go grocery shopping by herself. Do you know how much stuff she brought home!" 

            He smiled a loving thought at the mention of Mom. "I know, I know, but hey, at least if the zombie apocalypse comes, we will have food!" he joked, finishing of his cereal and tossing it into the sink. "Your mom can't help it anyway, she’s obsessed with food!"

            "I know, I know!"

            He turned to face me. "Anyway, how was school? Your mom told me you were having problems. Anything I could do to help?"

            I thought, there wasn't really anything he could do to help. "Nah, I just have to deal with it. It's really hard, people looking at me like I’m going to blow the school up!" I sighed in frustration, "I just wish it was easier, but I can't give up. It's only a couple of months, right? I can deal with it."

            His face relaxed. "Oh, alright then. If you need my help, you know where I live!" he laughed, flashing me his pearly whites. I wish I had teeth like my dad. Being a dentist really helped him keep his teeth white and healthy, while half the time my breath stunk and scared little kids away.

            "Alright Dad! I'm going to go to bed now; tomorrow I’m going to the mall, if that's okay with you!"

            "Of course it is, Sport. Night!"

            I headed up the stairs and flashed my dad a smile. "Night, Dad."

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            I flopped on my bed and looked at the time, 10:37. The talk I had with Dad didn't really get me in the mood to write, but I knew I had to at least write one more page. I willed myself to get up and get my laptop.