Dear Diary,
Today I will be telling my parents about my "pregnancy". I already stated yesterday that it's fake. I'm going to need fake baby bellies, a lot. But I can do that. The problem is, where will the baby come from? I NEED a baby. Ashton will leave me, everyone will, if they find out I'm lying. That can't happen. I need to actually get pregnant.
From: Desirae Doty, 2017
At this moment, I am currently walking down the steps to the kitchen where my parents are waiting. I have a food baby, so that'll be my "baby bump". I'm wearing a tight tank top, so it's visible. It actually looks real.
"Mom, look at me." I say as I turn around and face my mom.
"What swe-" She suddenly stops as she sees my stomach. "Oh, uh, are you planning on starting an exercise program with me?"
I take a deep breath and let it out, "Mom, I'm pregnant."
My parents stare at me in utter disbelief, and the room seems silent forever, until my brother runs down the steps and screams, "DD, you look fat!"
I glare at him and shout, "That's because there's a baby inside of me!"
His eyes widen and he runs away. I hear him screaming, "She's gonna eat me! She's gonna eat me!"
My father walks up to me and says, "You idiot."
My mouth drops open and I choke out, "What?"
"This baby is going to be gone. You're getting rid of it." He snarls.
My heart pounds. I could just say I will, and everything will be done. But I don't, since I'm an idiot, just like he said. "Never."
He glares at me and grabs my arm. "Well then you're leaving. Go grab your things." He shoves me towards the stairs and I almost fall over.
I trudge upstairs after standing up and sigh. This is going to be hard.
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Faking it
Short StoryDesirae Doty, or DD for short. She had a boyfriend, until he tried to break up with her. She loved him, so she couldn't let him go. But what she did to keep him, probably wasn't the best idea. She said she was pregnant. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~...
