"Gable honey, I- we need to tell you something." Her smile was so bright it nearly blinded me.
They, being Mom and Dad, both bounced in their seats, all gleaming smiles and the look of anticipation, as they held each others hands looking like the perfect image of lovey-dovey Barbie dolls- one Barbie and the other Ken. Just much older versions.
I impatiently stood in front of them, quizically starting at moms hand that was gently placed on her flat stomach. I raised my eyebrows, looking back and forth from Mom to Dad then back to Mom again for answers.
Her smile grew bigger, "We're pregnant."
They both stared at me for a reaction, for anything really, but only two thoughts worked its way through my mind: One, why do people always say "we're pregnant" when it's only the woman that has an actual human being growing inside of her? And two, Isn't she a little too old to be prego?
I didn't really know what to feel at that moment. Because why have another child when you only abandoned and broke the other one? Yet, I grinned and hugged them both saying a small congratulations.
And to say that wasn't even the craziest part of my day.
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My day at school was turning out to be a good one, well, if you can call a day without too much homework and the school lunch only being chunky mac-'n-cheese good. Yet, every perfect moment has to come to an end. My ending? Gym.
Personally, gym was hell. My black gym shorts were too small, so they rubbed against my thighs, leaving burning rashes along the inside when we ran the three-mile course, and Lucie had been getting more bitchier by the minute. She is always clinging to Joby with her little minion, Destiny, clinging to the other side of him as Joby always tries desperately to free himself from their glittered claws. You can't possibly begin to imagine what I want to do to them, but then again, rumors at our school spread pretty quickly. Oh, and guess what today is? Friday. And every Friday means- you got it, dodgeball.
"You will be forming into teams of five, including at least one person of the opposite gender," Shouts Coach Hicklen from one side of the gym, her words directed to the large huddle of people that were seated on the grainy floor of the opposite side. "We keep playing and eliminating until the final three teams are left, and that's where the fun begins." I see her nasty smile from all the way over here; wide, evil, and yellow. She shrills her whistle and almost instantly, the mass huddle of red-clothed people divide into their chosen groups.
I stand, peering over heads to get a glimpse of Joby. Lo and behold, here he comes walking over to me with Lucie and Destiny trailing hot on his heels. He stops in front of me, looking over to see if they had followed. Which they had.
He sighs, then smiles. "Ready to kick some ass, Marrow?"
"Ready as I'll ever be." I wink, stepping a step closer to peck him on the lips, only to be interrupted by two brown eyes blinking right back into mine. Lucie.
"What do you want?" I snarl at her.
She flips her brown hair over her shoulder and smirks, "Well, Jacoby was actually on our team first."
Lucie and Destiny both have their arms crossed over their busty cheats, smirking as if they've won.
She reaches out to Joby's bicep, but he pushes her away with an ugly snarl. I snicker. Confused and baffled, she blinks her eyes, once, twice, before bursting into tears and storming out of the gym doors with Destiny crying out after her.
I roll my eyes, then look up at Joby to find he's already staring back at me. "Are girls always like-that?" I scoff, because who could be that pathetic?
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Teen Fiction// "And in those small moments, holding him was the only thing that mattered, because the world felt far too big and I was hopelessly lost." // After her alcoholic mom left their family 12 years ago without a real reason, homeschooled Gable Marrow...