Post by BREANNA KAYE PARKS on Jan 9, 2010 20:23:31 GMT -5
Breanna grabbed a lunch tray and let the ladies in the line pile some slop on there. This school did not have the food for a four months pregnant teenage girl. She was supposed to be getting a lot of good nutrition right now and all she could get was a bunch of fucking slop. And she knew she was pretty fucked up herself, but she was kind of terrified of most of the kids here. She had yet to talk to anyone but the baby in her stomach.
She longed so bad to get drunk and party all night. The doctor had told her she couldn't drink while she was pregnant though. Even though Breanna had no idea who the dad of this baby was she somehow still loved it enough to not drink. She just hoped she didn't slip up anytime soon because know her drinking habits it was bound to happen.
Breanna took her tray and sat down at a table by herself praying that some freak would come and try to stab her or something. That was the first time Breanna had ever prayed in her life. She stuck her spoon into the slop and stuck it in her mouth. She nearly puked on the spot. She wanted to drink just so she could forget where she was at and the awful times that were bound to come here.
She looked around for somebody she recognized from back home in Michigan, but there wasn't anybody. She was all alone here, just her and her baby. Breanna sometimes wished she hadn't fucked up her life so bad, or else she wouldn't be pregnant with some random strangers baby sitting in some insane school by herself eating what looked like cat vomit. She just wanted a way to escape from this hell. Maybe she could write her parents and convince them that she would be good if they just let her come home already! She was dying here. There was no way she and her baby could survive this place. Breanna had always thought she was tougher than that, but now she was finding out who she really was.
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WORD COUNT
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open to anyone
She longed so bad to get drunk and party all night. The doctor had told her she couldn't drink while she was pregnant though. Even though Breanna had no idea who the dad of this baby was she somehow still loved it enough to not drink. She just hoped she didn't slip up anytime soon because know her drinking habits it was bound to happen.
Breanna took her tray and sat down at a table by herself praying that some freak would come and try to stab her or something. That was the first time Breanna had ever prayed in her life. She stuck her spoon into the slop and stuck it in her mouth. She nearly puked on the spot. She wanted to drink just so she could forget where she was at and the awful times that were bound to come here.
She looked around for somebody she recognized from back home in Michigan, but there wasn't anybody. She was all alone here, just her and her baby. Breanna sometimes wished she hadn't fucked up her life so bad, or else she wouldn't be pregnant with some random strangers baby sitting in some insane school by herself eating what looked like cat vomit. She just wanted a way to escape from this hell. Maybe she could write her parents and convince them that she would be good if they just let her come home already! She was dying here. There was no way she and her baby could survive this place. Breanna had always thought she was tougher than that, but now she was finding out who she really was.
TAGGED
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STATUS
finished
WORD COUNT
377
NOTE
open to anyone
