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Chapter One

I never really did envision myself in this position; seventeen and pregnant. I always envisioned Lana in this position. Except, I always envisioned that she’d be sixteen and pregnant, not seventeen. I didn’t really see how I was the one who was pregnant.

I counted up the math. I only had another seven months left of high school. After that, well I’d be on my own… with a baby. Why had I been so stupid as to go out and party? Why did I blow off all of high school?

I wandered through the hall with all of these thoughts swirling in my head. It was a wonder that I hadn’t ran into anyone. I was always spacing out and tripping over my own two feet. Then again, the halls were empty. Classes were going on. I was skipping class, once again.

Skipping class wasn’t anything new to me. I did it far too often. I had skipped classes ever since my freshman year. The teachers told me about it once or twice… well it’s probably more than that by now. Actually, I know it is. I just stopped counting after being told twice. I really don’t care about science and how stuff works, or math and how you can solve polynomials. English… well I’ve never skipped an English class. It’s the only class I won’t skip.

The teacher is drab and so serious. But, the subject matter is something I was interested in. Why do they make you take classes on stuff you won’t ever need? I want to get into journalism. When will I ever need woodworking? Or scien-

The fall to the floor was hard. Unexpected. Being absent-minded can be a bad thing at times.

“‘Ere, let me help you up.” The boy spoke with a heavy British accent. I instantly fell in love with it.

I looked up. The boy was about my age and had his hand out to me. His bright green eyes were piercing, yet gentle. His blonde hair came down to just above his eyes. It was as if I was looking at an angel. I looked at his hand and followed it up to his shoulder. Just by looking at his arm made me realize he was muscular. Weightlifting… maybe. Athletics… more plausible. Both? Well that would be… different… right? The boy was still staring at me. I took his hand. I probably looked so stupid to him. Wait? Why do I care?

The boy helped me up and continued talking. “I’m Grant. Grant Hale.”

His voice was so soothing. I almost forgot how to speak. “I’m Novella. Novella Trent, but you can call me Ella like everyone else. Are you new?” It was then that I realized that I had never before in my life seen this kid.

“Yes. I’m an exchange student. I’m living with the Natalie’s.”

In my head I was grimacing. I felt so sorry for this kid. Stella Natalie was the worst girl in the school. She was your typical prep. Blonde hair, blue eyes, in love with her own appearance, guys all love her big boobies. Her daddy is the mayor of the city with money galore. They live in the cities ‘Hamptons’ of New York. High Hills is just like the Hamptons. Multimillion dollar houses, butlers, maids, and gated communities. Only way you can get in is with an ID card. The usual Coach and Prada handbags are considered to be poor people handbags. Anything on Neiman Marcus’ sale shelves is out of season. And Stella, she takes full advantage of being a daddy’s girl. She gets whatever she wants. These thoughts infuriated me… well, until I realized I Was having a conversation.

“How is it living up in ‘Let’s get highville’?” I asked. Most of the people who did drugs lived up in High Hills. Mainly because they could actually afford the drugs, but I had to give credit to Stella, as far as I knew she was completely clean.

“It’s quite interesting to be honest, especially since I came from a small boring town in England.” His face said he was being truly sincere. I couldn’t believe it.

“If you ever get bored I can always show you around town.” The words came out too quickly for me to stop them. Why the hell did I offer to show him around town? In my head I was smacking my hand on my forehead. I can be such a dumb a** at times.

“That sounds like fun. How about later after school?” He gave me a smile and then continued “I’ll meet you out front when the bell rings. I have to get back to class. I don’t want my reputation to be bad for the whole time I’m here.” With that he gave a small smile and with a wave he walked off.

I was left there standing in the middle of the hallway. I was furious with myself. I should have made up some excuse about me not being able to do it tonight. Too much home work or my outfit wasn’t street appropriate, which to be honest, it wasn’t. I was wearing a red and black plaid dress with a corset top, elbow length black arm warmers with red string and calf high black combat boots that’s not exactly what I’d call street appropriate. Then again it was my normal ensemble. It had been since freshman year.

Come to think of it in ninth grade I went completely downhill. My grades slipped to barely passing. The friends I had in middle school were nonexistent. I became a mystified object. Everyone tried to figure me out. I had the reputation of nothing. I didn’t talk to anyone. The only time I talked to teachers was if they asked a direct question to me.

Thinking back to freshman year made me realize how much my reputation had changed. I went from ‘Who is that girl?’ to in sophomore year being ‘She’s just like everyone else.’ To last year with being called a ‘Druggy.’ And well now people just find it a bad idea to hang out with me all together.

“Ms. Trent. My office. Now.” The male’s voice interrupted my thoughts. Only, this time I knew that it wouldn’t be a friendly conversation.

Mr. Patahovich’s voice was so easily recognized by me. I’d heard him talk countless of times before. Mr. Patahovich wasn’t really an old guy… but he wasn’t young either. He was starting too bald and his hair was still black. He always wore either an orange or green suit with either a green or orange tie. You’ve gotta love teachers who show their school spirit constantly.

Thanks Kei. I'm still working on the description. That never really gets put in anything. XD. Maybe I'll rewrite it and fix it...