Just A Girl Thing

Chapter 21

*•*•*Brinna's POV*•*•*

Alas, thy Lizzy musth begone. She's leaving. Left, really. It's been hours. I'm just laying in my room. Staring at the ceiling. It's so boring and quiet without my sister! What did I do before she came to keep me entertained?

I could call Lesley. Or Kendall. Or Jessi. But it's five... eh. I don't really want to see them anyway.

I go downstairs to the kitchen and grab a slice of pizza out of the box that's been left out on the table. You know on movies how foster parents are, like, SUPER strict? It's a lie. Yeah, Mrs. Morre is never around. No "breakfast is at 8 and dinner is at 6. Be there promptly." Nothing.

I sit on one of the stools at the little bar while I eat and play on my phone. A little Johnny comes up to me.

"Why do you never play with me?" He says.

"Because I don't like you." I say straight up.

"Why not?" This kid needs to leave me alone.

"Because you ask too many questions."

"Why do you have sparkles in you nose?" What? Sparkles? Ohhhh!

"Because I can. Maybe one day you'll pierce you nose, too."

"Okay." He states and trots off. See, I want a kid. Just one I think. But I don't like the kids here. They annoy me. And pretty much any other little kid. But, my own would be different, right? I think...

I finish my pizza and go up to my room. My lungs are begging for sweet, sweet nicotine. I usually don't smoke or anything really except Fridays but it's Wednesday and I need a little boost to get me there. I typically smoke Fridays, Mondays, and Wednesdays. That it. They say smoking is a constant addiction but it's not for me.

I pull a pack out from under my mattress. Totally cliché, right? As always, I like to keep the smell to a minimum 'cause if someone decides to drop by, they don't need any reason to open their mouths, not that Mrs. Moore would care. Besides, if the smell sticks in here too long, I'll start to smell like it and that's not attractive. So I take precautions. At home, ceiling fan on, window open, shirt off. It's just me, why not just smoke in my bra? At parties: clothing to I'll never wear again, and yeah that's it. Plus a shower ASAP.

So, I turn on my fan, open window, and strip off my shirt. Then I light up. Since my mattress is under my window, I kick it over so I can sit a stool under it so I will be comfortable. Standing and smoking is too main-stream.

I take that first inhale and I just hold it. Hold that precious air in my lungs. I didn't get my Monday smoke in so this is heaven. Lizzy's gone and I can relax and think and not have to talk. At all. And exhale.

I look out my window and I can see some stars. More than you would if you lived in the city at least. I know I don't live in the ghetto, but I don't live I a really high-quality neighbor hood either. I still consider myself blessed. As much as my life sucks, this isn't as worse as it could be, I guess. I mentally point out the big and little dipper, the only two constellations I can recognize. My thoughts trail back to my previous thoughts today. Inhale. What if I did get pregnant? And had a baby? What would my friends think? What would Lizzy think? Would it be a boy or a girl? What would I name it? My thoughts are swarming. Exhale. I need to talk to my friends for real. Finally without Liz around.

*•*•*Next day (Thursday)*•*•*

"So I've been having some weird thoughts lately..." I start. I'm in Lesley's shop in The Chair, getting my rose tattoo on the back of my neck re-inked. Lesley is working on me and Kendall is doing Jessi's hair. As always.

"Decided its time to give up your V-card?" Jessi asks.

"Uh, no. Well, kinda... I guess?" I stutter.

"It doesn't hurt. Just go slow. Oh, and your 'cherry' doesn't actually 'pop', you just slide all the way on and-" Jes get cut off by me.

"Enough! TMI girl." I stop her and Kendall mutters a "thank you" under her breath and Lesley just keeps inking. "Any way... I don't know why but... I've been thinking about... like-"

"Spit it out!" Kendall barks.

"Okay! I think I want a baby. Wait, no. I've just put a lot of thought into it. I'm too young I think." I finally manage out the sentence.

"That's it?" Asks Kendall.

"Uhm, yeah. Sorry to disappoint." I say sarcastically.

"I don't think your too young. I want a baby too." Lesley speaks for the first time.

"Yeah me too." Agrees Jessi.

"Well, we're all 17. We're old enough. We all want babies. You know what this means?" Squeals Kendall.

"What!" We say in unison.

"Pregnancy Pact!" Kendall sings.

That's actually not a bad idea. I mean, we all have a kid, they all grow up with each other, just like we did. We'll all get pregnant and be moms together and all be there for each other and our births! It'll be so cool! We all agree and decided when the best time was it to try. I want to get a guy during the party so I'll track down a hot one so my baby will be hot too. Lesley is going with my plan, too. Jessi and Kendall are going to go on a double-date with their boyfriends and bring them home. It's going to be so much fun!