I ran upstairs to my room. I slammed the door shut, as hard as I had ever shut it. Let me tell you something about Quinn's parents. They don't care what the hell she does, as long as it isn't drugs, drinks, or sex. She had completed 1/3 of those things. And boy, were her parents mad when my parents disrupted them on their romantic cruise to tell them that her daughter is pregnant. I don't think they should have been that upset, I bet you at least a million dollars, that when my parents called them, they were banging right then and there.
When I got to my room, I started throwing things. Papers, tampons, a lamp, books, pillows, sheets, anything I could get my hands on. After I was finished, I went into my closet, pulled out the blanket and toy dog I have had since I was two, and curled up in my bed, with my knees at my chest, and stared at the mess in my room. "Why, Quinn? Why?" I whispered to myself. My emotions kind of flooded through me all at once, and then I was confused.
I still don't understand, why that day, it was me more upset than Quinn. She was the one that was pregnant. I didn't have to do anything about it. I could just ignore her if I wanted. But the problem was, even if I was mad at her beyond compare, I knew that she was my best friend, and I couldn't hold this against her for to long.
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The Bystander
Novela JuvenilUntil high school, Simone was just a normal girl. She was popular, good at sports, and could sing. And when I say sing, I mean REALLY sing. She pursued her dreams of going to high school with her best friend, Quinn. People called them the "dynamic d...
