"What the hell are we doing here, Jess?"
"Just, shut up, we need to see what's going on with her."
"Still think it's a bad idea. Like, she'll just say 'oh sure, guys, I'm just developing an eating disorder'"
"Come on, we don't know it's an eating disorder yet"
But we both know it is and neither of us want to say it.
We are sitting on the stage in the camp's multipurpose room. We told Rachel to meet us here, pretending we just want to run lines for the play with her. We told her to meet us at 3:00 and it is not 3:15.
"She isn't gonna come," I say.
Jessica nods "let's just go."
"I guess this could mean one thing," I tell her.
"And what's that?"
"She knows we know and she doesn't want anyone else to find out."
We slide off the stage and walk out.
Rachel is there at dinner.
I sit down next to her "why didn't you meet me and Jess aim the MPR earlier?"
She shrugs, "I was busy".
For two days I ignore it all. The play comes and goes. We start packing to go home. On the last day, I get a text from Hanna: Its a girl! They're calling her Danielle. She looks just like Dallas!
I sigh as, drop the phone in my backpack and sit down on the floor. Molly comes over to me.
"What's wrong?"
"My aunt had a baby," I tell her.
"That's great!"
"The kid doesn't have a father."
"Oh."
She sits down next to me.
"Shit," we both say at the same time.
It feels good not to be the only one who's upset.
We do get home eventually. I'm still scared to tell anyone about Rachel. Some part of me is hoping it will all just pass. But I really know that it won't.
It's the day before eighth grade. I don't want to go back to school but I do at the same time. I sort of want to get the summer over and done with.
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Short chapter. Sorrryyyyyyy.
Im going through a weird period in my life rn. I don't like being a teenager. All the bad shit happens.
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