I started wearing sweatshirts to school. I didn’t want anyone else to know but Michelle, Andrew, and my parents. So I shoved all my pairs of skinny jeans in the back of my drawers and tried not to think of my quickly raising weight gain.

Then one day I walked into school and everything was different. Everyone stared at me like something was wrong with me as I walked to the table I sit at in the morning before we were all dismissed. Some even hissed, “Slut!” at me. My face became more and more red and by the time I got to my seat with Elisha and Sara I was as red as I was going to get. And right when I was turning to ask what the hell was going on they left the table. I was sitting all alone. I felt the tears that came so easily nowadays beginning to reach my eyes. “Uhm, Lorraine,” I look up to see Peyton of all people. I sniffle, “What do you want?”
“Well, I heard about you being pregnant.” My sadness turned to anger in a flash, “What?! From who? I want to hear exactly what grapevine you got this from.”