I waited for her call from jail for hours. I sat in my room, staring down at my phone, anxiety crippling me. I was scared sh*tless. What in the hell would I do without her? How long was she going to be in jail? What she did was stupid, but would she be there long? It was her property. Did she do something else that would make her stay longer? I looked up her name on the jail's database over and over again, refreshing every few minutes to see everything she was being charged with and nothing popped up.
Finally, at about three in the morning, I got the call from the jail and answered it immediately. "Kelly. Get me the f*ck out of here! I can't stay in here. Post my bail. My purse is hidden under the clothes in my closet by the shoes. I need a f*cking cigarette." "What did you do?" "I don't need stupid questions right now. Just bail me out and come pick me up." "How do I do that?" "God, why did IBy the time lunchtime rolled around, I was dead on my feet. Chloe tried asking me what was wrong but everything was so embarrassing to even tell her so I just told her that I stayed up late doing homework and left it at that. Usually, for lunch, I would go out with Chloe, but since she thought I had ditched this morning, she had made lunch plans with her boyfriend, so I was stuck at school. I walked to my locker because I knew I hadn't brought money to buy any lunch put my books away and then wandered down the halls to pass the time. I had no idea what to do when I didn't go out for lunch. It hardly ever happened. If I had my car here, I would have sat in my car but that was ruined. I could have brought my mom's Range Rover, but I didn't want to piss her off more. I needed to get the money out of her purse before she got out though. Now that I knew where she had hidden it, I could get in there and start paying our bills. I thought about
The next morning I woke up and walked to my mom's bedroom. I don't know what I had expected to see, but when I found it exactly how it had been the day before I felt a twinge in my chest. I got dressed for school even if I felt like didn't want to go and texted James that I was going to take my mom's Range Rover to school instead of hitching a ride with him. I decided that it would be for the best in case I felt like complete crap like I did the day before then I could escape without witnesses. When I got to school I sat in my car and waited. The back still smelled pretty rank, but it beat having to go in. My dance coach had come up to me the day before and asked if I was going to make auditions after school. I missed them yesterday because of the crisis with Mom, but after seeing the bank account last night, I figured it couldn't hurt to do one thing I wanted. I hoped she would still let me audition even though I would be a day late. Dan
They stayed the night that night, staying in the guest room, and in the morning I waved them goodbye. My uncle had sent the Porsche to be fixed and told me he would be taking over the car and payments. I agreed that it would be good to take some of the payments off of my shoulders. I would miss the car, but I would be okay. After they left I laid in bed for a bit longer until lunchtime and then called Chloe to come over. When she was busy, I called James. He was out trying to find a costume before Halloween with Michael, so I joined them in their search. Despite feeling crappy about my mom being in jail, I felt like it could be a good thing for her sobriety. So I was trying to be positive. While the guys tried finding Halloween costumes at the Halloween store, I walked around. I figured I would stay in that night. Dad always sat on the front porch in full costume and handed out candy to all of the kids. To honor him, I decided that I wou
Children walked around everywhere, dressed in various costumes, grinning and laughing as they walked up to my doorway. I stood uncomfortably in my Elsa dress, my hair braided off to the side. I smiled brightly at the kids and their parents as they grabbed fistfuls of candy from the bowl I had set up. Children hugged my legs and stared up at me in wonder as their parents complimented me on my costume. I grinned at each of them and gave them candy and hugs back, but the entire time I thought of my dad. I thought of how happy he would have been if I had ever just taken the time to hand out candy to him. I wish I had done it more often. Sure, the dress was itchy, but the kids all loved it and I loved seeing their excited faces when they looked at me. I was busily handing out candy for a few hours already, happy that I had thought ahead and bought a sh*t ton the night before when some familiar faces popped up. One was a tiny pr
I walked mindlessly through the aisles, picking up things that looked interesting and just perusing so that I didn't have to go home. My phone tinkled in my purse and I stilled. Whether it was Chloe or not, I didn't want to hear the re hash of what had happened at the party. But I seemed to be a masochist this morning anyways, so I answered the call without looking. "Hello?" "Hey!" Hearing his voice I felt my jaw clench and I stopped strolling. "Oh, hey James. What's up?" "Just calling to see what you're up to. My mom told me she took the little kids over to see you." I smiled at the memory and nodded. "Yep. They were cute." "Yeah. So what are you up to?" "Shopping. Toilet paper and all of the fun stuff." "Trader Joe's?" "Yeah." "You mind if I join you?" I rubbed my face and shrugged. "Okay." I sighed. "
Dance was the only thing getting me through. I worked my a*s off for the next few weeks, getting the routines down and traveling to our first meet in Texas. The hardest part of the meet was not having my dad cheering me on in the stands. He had always been so supportive of anything I did. He would practice cheer routines and perform them in the stands while he watched me proudly. He loved football, but he always made the games just for me. On dance competitions, he made sure to take the two full days off, even if he had important meetings, and would cheer me on in everything. Another thing that sucked was the nerves that I would get before a meet. I guess with my dad being absent, my anxiety had kicked up and I found myself vomiting right before the meet. Even in practice, I would be good one second and then all of a sudden I felt my whole body begin trying to dispel any single parcel of food I had tried to digest. Des
The next day I tried to focus on classes and doubly avoided James. It wasn't hard when I had already been doing it for two weeks, but even when he smiled at me, I turned away without a smile back. During class, he tried again and I studiously ignored him. I couldn't let him in. If he found out, there was no telling what he would want to do with the information. During class, I got a text from him asking me what was wrong. I ignored it and proceeded to block his number. After he realized I had blocked him he turned around during Danforth's lecture with his eyebrows furrowed. I continued to ignore him and he only turned away when Ms. Danforth called his name and told him to pay attention. After class, he followed me to my locker but before he could say a word to me, Pink Streak came out of nowhere and hugged him. He continued to try to get near me by removing her from his arms but I was able to move q
Chole held onto my hand tightly and jiggled her knees as we waited in the back room for the nurse to come back with the results. I was already sure that I was pregnant, but for some reason, I couldn't get rid of the hope that all of those pee sticks pregnancy tests had been faulty. The nurse came in holding a clipboard and a cherry smile. "Alright, Miss Whitmore, we got back your results. They came back positive. From the information you gave us, we estimate that you are approximately ten weeks along. After scans, we can be more precise." "Do we have to do scans?" I asked her nervously. "To be more accurate about how far along you are, we would need to get pictures." I took a deep breath and nodded. Okay. I knew this would happen. I turned to Chloe and she pressed her lips together and sighed. "Okay, so can you talk us through her options afterward?" "Yes. I