bed on time? Is he going to be on speaker phone during family meetings? Do Amy and I need to get a special calling plan for fighting parents?
Amy tried to act like everything was okay, but started crying. Mom grabbed the phone and ended up being the one to tell Dad that Amy’s pregnant. I have no idea what Dad’s reaction to the news was, but I have a feeling it sounded something like this:
CRICKETS…………CRICKETS…………CRICKETS…………
Mom took Amy’s phone with her to avoid any more breakdowns from Amy. So much for the calling plan.
Would you think less of me, Principal Miller, if I told you I hoped this news would make my dad move back home? My belly button doesn’t seem so terrible now, does it?
My phone rang and I knew it was either Madison or Lauren because the caller ID said: amy’s loser friend . . . I had a fifty-fifty shot of being right but a one hundred percent shot at being annoyed. Turns out it was both of them calling on the same line. They tried to act concerned about Amy, but all they’re ever concerned about is themselves. I wish Amy would find better friends. Just because you’ve been friends with someone for a long time doesn’t mean you have to keep being their friend. And they’re the ones who told everyone at school Amy was pregnant. They’re the reason she wants to go live with Mimsy. They wanted me to give her a message, but I hung up on them instead. They probably weren’t surprised—it wasn’t the first time. But I was too mad to tell them what I really thought. I should have told Lauren she’s a snob and will probably stop coming over here once she feels the stigma of having a pregnant friend, and I should have told Madison I know she’s just calling because she wants the latest scoop so she can blab about it all over school.
I once tried to prove to Amy that her friends couldn’t be trusted. I told them Amy was dropping out of school to play her French horn on the street for spare change. It took only a half hour for people to start calling Amy to ask her which street corner she would be working on.
Even though no one needs to be reminded, I’m going to do it anyway: these are the two people she chose to confide in first. And this will not be the last time I hang up on them.
I did tell Amy they called. Luckily, she didn’t call them back but instead wanted that girl Adrian’s number. Amy must be the only person in school who doesn’t have her number. I bet Adrian would be good at the “Never have I ever . . .” game. Amy wouldn’t tell me why she needed to call her (I hope it wasn’t for sex advice) but she did say all the secrecy was for my own good and because she does trust me. And since other people know she trusts me, they’ll ask me where she’s going. I just wanted to know if she was coming back.
I don’t really care where she’s going as long as she’s coming back.
11:02 A.M.
Mom walked in and we asked her about Dad. She said he’s probably out looking for Ben. How could I not realize that would happen? A boy once made me cry in third grade (the only time that’s happened and it was because he told me he had a crush on me) and Dad hunted him down at his own birthday party and made him apologize before he let him eat a bite of cake. I don’t even want to think about what he’s going to do to Ben. I think Mom could read my face because she told me to tell her anything else she should know. I quickly ran down the list in my head: the father of Amy’s baby is Ricky, not Ben; Dad is having an affair; and Amy’s going to sneak out of the house the first chance she gets.
I decided to tell her the first secret. The poor woman’s had a rough morning. As soon as I told her Ben wasn’t the father, she called Dad to let him know, and so the innocent stayed safe and all possible and metaphorical cake-eating was uninterrupted. Apparently Dad had almost made it to Ben’s homeroom when he had to turn back. The thought of Ben’s
Amy tried to act like everything was okay, but started crying. Mom grabbed the phone and ended up being the one to tell Dad that Amy’s pregnant. I have no idea what Dad’s reaction to the news was, but I have a feeling it sounded something like this:
CRICKETS…………CRICKETS…………CRICKETS…………
Mom took Amy’s phone with her to avoid any more breakdowns from Amy. So much for the calling plan.
Would you think less of me, Principal Miller, if I told you I hoped this news would make my dad move back home? My belly button doesn’t seem so terrible now, does it?
My phone rang and I knew it was either Madison or Lauren because the caller ID said: amy’s loser friend . . . I had a fifty-fifty shot of being right but a one hundred percent shot at being annoyed. Turns out it was both of them calling on the same line. They tried to act concerned about Amy, but all they’re ever concerned about is themselves. I wish Amy would find better friends. Just because you’ve been friends with someone for a long time doesn’t mean you have to keep being their friend. And they’re the ones who told everyone at school Amy was pregnant. They’re the reason she wants to go live with Mimsy. They wanted me to give her a message, but I hung up on them instead. They probably weren’t surprised—it wasn’t the first time. But I was too mad to tell them what I really thought. I should have told Lauren she’s a snob and will probably stop coming over here once she feels the stigma of having a pregnant friend, and I should have told Madison I know she’s just calling because she wants the latest scoop so she can blab about it all over school.
I once tried to prove to Amy that her friends couldn’t be trusted. I told them Amy was dropping out of school to play her French horn on the street for spare change. It took only a half hour for people to start calling Amy to ask her which street corner she would be working on.
Even though no one needs to be reminded, I’m going to do it anyway: these are the two people she chose to confide in first. And this will not be the last time I hang up on them.
I did tell Amy they called. Luckily, she didn’t call them back but instead wanted that girl Adrian’s number. Amy must be the only person in school who doesn’t have her number. I bet Adrian would be good at the “Never have I ever . . .” game. Amy wouldn’t tell me why she needed to call her (I hope it wasn’t for sex advice) but she did say all the secrecy was for my own good and because she does trust me. And since other people know she trusts me, they’ll ask me where she’s going. I just wanted to know if she was coming back.
I don’t really care where she’s going as long as she’s coming back.
11:02 A.M.
Mom walked in and we asked her about Dad. She said he’s probably out looking for Ben. How could I not realize that would happen? A boy once made me cry in third grade (the only time that’s happened and it was because he told me he had a crush on me) and Dad hunted him down at his own birthday party and made him apologize before he let him eat a bite of cake. I don’t even want to think about what he’s going to do to Ben. I think Mom could read my face because she told me to tell her anything else she should know. I quickly ran down the list in my head: the father of Amy’s baby is Ricky, not Ben; Dad is having an affair; and Amy’s going to sneak out of the house the first chance she gets.
I decided to tell her the first secret. The poor woman’s had a rough morning. As soon as I told her Ben wasn’t the father, she called Dad to let him know, and so the innocent stayed safe and all possible and metaphorical cake-eating was uninterrupted. Apparently Dad had almost made it to Ben’s homeroom when he had to turn back. The thought of Ben’s
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