A Perfect Mistake

Chapter 11

Wednesday, May 18...I'm 12 weeks pregnant already. Time flies by quickly! The baby is supposed to be born on December 9...in 6 months, the baby will be born. It sounds like a long time away yet a short time away.

Today's the last day of school. I'm so glad summer is almost here.

Nobody knows that I'm pregnant - not the teachers, not the principal, not the guidance counselor, not the nurse, and definitely not the students. Can you imagine what torture I'd receive if they know that I'm pregnant? But Mom tells me that on the first day of my junior year, I'll have to inform everyone that I'm pregnant for academic and safety reasons. I seriously don't want to do that, but I have to.

"We need to celebrate when school is dismissed," Eva suggests at school.

We're sitting at our desk in our 1st period class Chemistry at 7:55 AM, just having a typical conversation.

"Yeah," I agree, twirling a strand of hair around my finger, a habit of mine. "But no parties!"

"Okay, I won't," Eva promises. "Hey, the Dover annual summer carnival is opening tomorrow. Let's go there."

"Okay!" My face brightens. 

Every summer, from May 19 to August 16, there's a carnival in downtown Dover everyone goes to and have fun at. 

I absolutely love the carnival! The rides, especially the swings that flies around at 50 feet up in the air and the spinning teacups, are a blast!  The food such as candy apples and fried Oreos are scrumptious! And the events like the parades and the talent shows are entertaining! 

"We'll go there at 8:00 AM, the exact time it opens, and we'll leave at 10:00 PM, the exact time it closes." Eva says, already planning it out.

"Sounds fun," I say, grinning, even though 12 hours at the carnival sounds sorta tiring.

At 8:00, the bells ring, and the school day officially begins.

All of my fundamental classes - Chemistry, Advanced English II, Geometry, and Government - we have to take final exams. Ugh. But I do well on those - I make a 95 A on every single one! 

In my Spanish II class, I take a final exam, which I make a 100 A on. (I'm excellent at Spanish.)

In my electives - culinary arts and fashion design - I do a final presentation and I make a 100 A on both of them.

I graduate 10th grade with straight A's!

"Good job, Cassie!" Mom congratulates me when I call her on the phone once I return home from a long day of school.

"Thanks, Mom." I wish she is at home with me. If she is, she would have hugged me and kissed me on the cheek as a congrats from her. She is just lovable that way. But she's at the hospital, working; she'll get off work tomorrow at 11 PM.

"Well, I gotta go, sweetie. I'm about to perform a surgery on a patient."

"Oh, that Tom Wilkinson kid?" Mom always talk to me about her patients.

"Yep."

"K, good luck, goodbye, and I love you!" I hang up.

"Call your dad," Eva says, who's lounging at the kitchen table, eating Oreo cookies.

"No, he's performing a surgery right now. Mom told me."

"Then leave him a voicemail."

"Okay. I will."

I leave Dad a voicemail that says: "Hey, Dad. My last day of school went great. I got all A's. Bye, Dad. Love you." After the beep, I send the voicemail.