Thoughts and actions. {a south park story}

I officially hate the girls

  I awoke early the next morning. Taylor was missing, but I didn't stop to think about it. I needed to get ready for school. I got ready and ran out the door. I reached the bus stop, and only Cartman was there. Great. We stood in silence until Kyle came. Then the two got into an argument. Like always. Today was terrible. The girls followed me around all day trying to "discover" what my favorite things were. After lunch, it got worse.

"Thalia must come to the office immediately. Her mother is taking her home."

Came the voice on the loudspeaker. A bunch of "ooooooo"s arose from the class. Face reddening,  I hurried out to meet my mother. What I saw was not expected. There she was, in tears and clutching a box of tissues.

"Mom! What's going on?!"

I asked.

"It's Taylor." She said. "She ran away."

I dropped my backpack. Then I started for the door.

"Wait, there's more."

I turned around,  wiping away a tear.

"I'm pregnant."

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Sorry for short chapters. Hope you enjoy!