INSTA-Daddy

21

My weekend was not okay. First, I had to bumped into Margie on my check up day at the clinic, then had another argument with Tom that ended awkwardly having the two of us locking gazes at each other, and also, an entire Sunday of entertaining my brothers who came to visit.... more like annoy me.

The delivered over some groceries that mother bought for me which I thought was sweet and thoughtful of her to remember she has a daughter.

I tried begging for them to take me back but dad won't let it happen. It's about learning the consequences of our actions.

Mom sends me groceries time to time while dad gives me allowances. I wanted to figure out which part of that is learning my consequences if they still support me financially. I thought about getting a part time job during weekends but mother does not agree. She said I should focus on keeping the baby healthy until his labor day..  or her.

Anyways, it wasn't till last week when I noticed that my tummy was getting slightly bigger. I had no choice but to change my clothing style.

Instead of crop tops and fitted tees, I decided to go for loose sweatshirts, and jeggings instead of tight skinny jeans. I was starting to loose my fashion credibilities.

And as usual, Jennifer won't leave me alone. This morning, when I opened my locker, there was plastic bag with bird poop in it. Stapled on it was a colored paper with the words 'hi. Something to remind you of yourself today. Bitch!!!" Written in it.

There was no name on the note so I couldn't make any complains to Mr. Wilmer. But I was sure it was her.

During lunch time at the cafeteria, she accidentally spilled a bowl of chilli sauce on me. In reality, she poured all of it on top of my head.  I had to take a bath at the girl's bathroom to take the sauce off my hair. I had to bathe in Liz' perfume too to wash away the smell.

There were still sauce stains in some part of my sweatshirt but they weren't as visible as earlier.

Cameron saw the whole thing but didn't bother to do anything. And, from what I've heard, he's still with Jennifer.

When I heard the news, I was angry. Absolutely raging mad. Remembering what he told me in the stock room, flamed my calm soul with raging fire.

It was a safe decision not to fall for his antics again. Never again. And to think I almost gave in.

Anyways, we were dismissed from our last class already. I was heading to the SC office upon remembering the meeting that Margie had informed me about last Saturday.

Margie. Gulp. Here goes.

I got inside and half of the student council were there. They trailed glances at me which I pretended not to notice.

"Alright. Roll call everyone," Margie came in and my body stiffened. I need to avoid glancing at her or else I might gesture anything weird.

She started calling us one by one. The vice president was here. The secretary. My fellow Board of Trustees (there were five of us). The freshman representative, the senior representative, and the ninth grade representative was present as well. We could also include the club representatives who were invited for the meeting. The rest was nowhere to be found.

"Okay. So as we all know, the school festival is almost up. Some of the clubs have yet to disclose what would they do and so are the representatives," Margie began blurting out. She was hinting glances at me from time to time, I could tell. I continued avoiding to look at her.

"...this will serve as a fundraising event for the school. Therefore, this will be open for everyone inside campus and outside campus. The money earned for this fundraising will immediately be stocked for the school's future expenses. And for future procurements for supplies that our clubs might need."