From Model to Mother

From Model to Mother4

I moved in August. I was just an hour away but it was still a while from my old town. I felt really bad because I really couldn’t help my mom or my cousins move because I couldn’t stand that long because of the babies. Those kids were HEAVY. My cousin was a big help. And very funny because she kept giving me names but I didn’t know what I was having.

For the last month of summer, I spent dreading school and going to the doctor. Everything was doing well but the doctor started to notice that I had burses everywhere. He kept asking but I would not tell. I didn’t want to make things worse for me.

The first day of school was a terrible event. Keep in mind I was 5 months pregnant. I had to figure out a way to hide the bump as much as possible. I found a really loss but pretty shirt, and it just made me looks fat. When I walked in, every eye was on me. It was terrible. There was this really cute guy in the corner who kind of was ignoring me. I didn’t know if it was bad or good. I was kind of happy he wasn’t looking. I just went about my way with it all. I just ignored the stares, met my teacher, and did my thing. In Langaue arts I met a nice group of girls. They were the only ones who talked to me so that’s was great right there. I was still and little iffy to trust them but I needed someone to hang with so I ate lunch with them and it was all good. After lunch I had Social Studies, that cute guy I mentioned, he was in there. And he was pretty dang smart too.

I went home that day feeling, ok ish. It definably was a new experience, especially since no one knows me for my all they know is the pregnant  10th grader. No one thinks of what could have happened to me, that maybe it wasn’t my fault. Maybe I wasn’t a slutty cheerleader.It was a hard thing for me to be known as but I knew it would leave me soon enough. As soon as these twins did.

School wasn’t the worse thing that ever happened to me. Until one day in December, these 3 girls cornered me and called me a slut and ugly. It was all I could do not to tell my sob story. I wanted them to know that it wasn’t my fault I was going to be a mom now.