8 Weeks pregnant. -
First day of school today. The last year of our high school and I am ready to leave. I really hate it there and I always will. But I am looking forward to seeing Dean. Standing in front of my mirror I make sure that I look okay and nothing is wrong.
I've decided to wear my light blue skinny jeans, I just know that in a couple of months time I wont be able to fit in these for a while, my black converses and a plain white t-shirt, loose and baggy. Even through I know i'm not showing yet, I just want to be sure.
Hearing my phone go off, I pick it up off of my desk and see it's a text from Charlotte telling me she's outside. Quickly sending a text back telling her I'm on my way to her. Rubbing my stomach softly.
"I get to see you soon baby... or well a picture of you." I giggle softly to myself.
What am I doing? I'm talking to myself practically except im not? Oh it just gets so confusing.
I still have to tell my parents and Dean. That's the main thing im scared about. My parents might kick me out, they've raised me up to be a perfect child. Have good grades, go to college, get A-levels, go to university, get married then have a baby. Well, looks like ive skipped past them and jumped straight onto having a baby. I'm not even with the father. It was a one night stand. So yeah, my parents will kick me out, Dean will not accept it and ignore me. So i'll be a homeless, single teen mom.
My mom quickly walks into my room. She doesnt knock, doesnt ask for permission. No, just walks on straight in. I could be getting dressed!
"Mom!" I stare at her horrified. "I could be getting dressed you know! Privacy." I quickly remove my hand from my stomach.
My mom waves her hand at me, completely dismissing me. She's so rude and I hate it.
She grabs my school bag and starts looking through it, making sure I have everything I need. She's also known to be a bit of a control freak.
Crossing my arms at her, I stare at her. "Is everything in order for you mother? I mean, I am sixteen years old almost seventeen. I think I know how to pack my own school bag. Hurry up, Charlotte's downstairs waiting for me and you know what she's like."
When my mom doesnt answer me I walk over to her and take my bag from her.
"Chloe! Dont take something from me when I was looking at it, that was very rude." That's the first thing my mom has said to me today.
I look at her with a blank expression on my face. "I'm rude? No mom, i'm not rude at all, your rude. You just came into my room and took my school bag."
Standing up quickly, my mom places her hands on her hips. "That is no way to talk to your mother Chloe, I do everything for you. Provide everything. I place a roof over your head, clothes on your back, food on the table and anything else. I demand more respect from you."
Oh jeez...
Rolling my eyes at her, I hitch my bag onto my shoulder and make my way downstairs. "I'll be a better mom than you will ever be..." I mutter quietly to myself so no one else can hear.
My mom walks out of my room and stands at the top of the stairs. "Chloe, Me and your father are going out to dinner tonight so we wont be home late. You can sort your on dinner out."
I walk out the door and give it a good slam. God she makes me so mad.
Stomping my way towards Charlotte's car I get into the passengers side and dump my bag onto my lap.
"How's moma bear?" Charlotte grins at me.
I look at her and instantly she face falls.
"Right, driving us to school. Got it." Looking away from me, she turns the key and starts pulling out of my drive away. "Do you want to talk about it?"
