The moment I saw the look on my mom's face, I knew everything went to shit.
My sister sat on the couch with her head buried between her hand as her body was wracked with sobs and shakes.
The look of disappointment and anger in my mom's eyes were so evident and at that moment all I wanted to do was crawl back into bed and not go to school.
" How could you let this happen to her! You were supposed to take care of her, guide her but instead this is the shit that happens!" My mom spat at me as I felt my eyes start to water.
" I can't be held responsible for this. She's 15, mom. She's hormonal and I have school and a job which may I remind you was because I wanted to help pay the bills. I don' t think either of us wanted this to happen but it did, and now we have to deal with it," I responded trying to be as respectful as possible but still trying to get my point across.
How in the hell was I supposed to know that whenever I had dropped my sister off at our house before heading to work, she had invited her secret boyfriend over for sex?
And now, she was facing the consequences of her actions and had just gotten the results of her pregnancy test.
I understood my mom wanted someone to blame but at the end of the day, there was no good that could come out of blaming someone.
All we could do was be there for my sister in whatever choice she wanted to make.
" So you're blaming me? I have two jobs and I work overtime not because I want to but because I need to provide for my family. Do you think this is easy for me? Do you think I want to leave my 17 year old daughter in charge of my 15 year old? Do you think I was expecting your father to just walk out on me and leave our family behind when he found I was pregnant with you sister? I have done my best these past 15 years and its all for what? Your sister just threw her whole life away for a goddamn boy!" My mom's face was now completely red, tears streaming down her face.
I would have continued the conversation with her but I had to get school.
" I have to go, mom. Look, I get you're angry right now but please just consider how she's feeling for a moment," I said before hugging my sister and leaving the house.
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"Hey, what's wrong?" my best friend, Vera, asked as she approached me at my locker.
"My mom found out Samantha is pregnant and freaked out, as expected"
The look on Vera's face was of complete shock and I wasn't surprised. My sister was a very quiet girl who I don't think anyone in a millions years would expect her to get pregnant at 15.
"Is she ok? Is she going to keep it or get ri-"
"We don't know what she wants to do, but all I know is that we will be with her every step of the way," I tried to end the conversation on that topic right there because I didn't feel like answering any more questions pertaining to that.
"So on a much lighter note, we have a new history teacher! He is rumored to have modeled in the good old days, and all the girls are saying he's like super hot." Vera's eyes lit up as she talked about how attractive and god like this teacher was.
I could care less because my mind was constantly thinking about two people: Samantha and Jackson.
Since freshman year of high school, I had set my eyes and heart on Jackson.
He was the total package for me. He was smart, good looking, and funny; what every girl wants in a guy.
We had only really become friends sophomore year when they sat us together in Biology. I had at first been shy but then had strangely found myself opening up to him.
I would listen to him talk about his favorite shows and music and then I would later go home, do all my research on them, and show up the next day at school and make conversation with him about them.
He constantly invaded all my thoughts as all I wanted was for him to finally confess that he felt for me what I did for him.
We were now in senior year and we were closer friends than ever.
We would talk everyday in class and I always found a seat next to him in class.
I was completely in love with him but would never have the guts to admit that to him.
"Snap out of it, we're here," Vera said as we walked into history together.
My eyes roamed the room for Jackson and there he was, in all his glory laughing with two guys on the football team.
"Hey, how are you?" He asked as he had not seen me at all in the summer because he told me had been too stressed and had had family issues.
"I'm alright, I guess. What about you, is everything good at home?" I whispered the second question as I knew it was personal.
" Oh, uh, yeah. It's all good now. " He turned away from me and began to take out his books for class.
His answer seemed a bit dishonest but I didn't want to pry because I know how difficult it is to talk about personal things.
I quickly sent a text to my sister to see how she was doing when I felt someone tap on my shoulder.
I looked up to see a man I had never seen before. He was exactly like how they had described him; godlike.
His blue eyes stared into mine as he had a look of disinterest clear on his face.
"Phone, please. I walk in and expected all my students ready to learn but of course there is always one black sheep in the herd."
Embarrassed and upset he had called me out and probably hated me already on the first day, I handed him my phone.
"Thank you, you can get it after class is over. And this goes for everyone, do not use your phone in my class unless you want it to sit on my desk for the whole class."
He walked back to his desk and immediately began the lecture.
Jackson gave me a reassuring smile before starting to take notes but at least that gave me hope that not all of senior year was going to suck.
But I, of course, was wrong.
