I figured the cute innocent flirty thing wouldn’t really wash anymore, not with the looming bump.
When my photography teacher asked what I was doing over summer and I said “having a baby”, she just laughed nervously.
I tried to keep my fat ugly bump hidden and I refused to waddle.I put off telling my parents for as long as possible. My boyfriend wanted me to say: "I'm having a baby." He said it sounded more positive.Our experienced writers are professional in many fields of knowledge so that they can assist you with virtually any academic task.We deliver papers of different types: essays, theses, book reviews, case studies, etc.We guarantee the authenticity of your paper, whether it's an essay or a dissertation.
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My maths teacher would whisper to me that if I didn’t do the homework it was ok because he “knew”.
Friends would dare to reach out and touch my stomach then squeal with a kind of repulsion. There didn’t seem to be any enjoyment from either party.
I went downstairs to watch MTV because I knew the hospital didn’t want me wasting their time with false alarms. I could not believe that there was a real, live baby at the end of this – a bloody baby!
I instantly fell head over heels madly in love the second I saw him. I squeezed back into my size eight jeans and took my perfect baby to college with me to pick up my results (which included an in-your-face-A in psychology) and managed to sort out going back part time.
Maybe they remembered my boyfriend from the last time he was there with a scared pregnant 16-year-old.