You look around the cafeteria,
But you don’t see Nathan.
You see Katie.
She sits by herself,
Just like usual.
She rolls an apple around her tray,
Deciding on whether to eat it or not.
Your ex-friends sit nearby,
And they snicker at your dilemma.
There’s no empty tables left,
Your friends don’t want you,
And neither does Jake.
That only left one option.
You stride towards Katie,
Who doesn’t see you coming.
For once you’re nervous,
Approaching her without spite.
You drop your tray on the table,
And take a seat.
She looks up,
Because you hate her.
Because you tormented her.
Because she looks up to you,
Even though you don’t deserve it.
You ask her if she minds,
And she shrugs.
Of course she doesn’t.
You eat your mac,
While Katie eats nothing.
She practically is nothing anymore,
You tell her to eat.
Last time I checked,
You were the one who said I didn’t need the extra calories.
Your cheeks burn at her remark,
But you’re happy she’s standing up to you.
You don’t deserve her kindness.
You stuff your face.
Neither of you speak the rest of the lunch,
Instead you think.
Your thoughts were drowning you,
You were planning on telling your parents,
And when you do,
You know they’ll freak.
So when you call them into the living room,
After dinner had been finished,
They both look worried,
Along with your seven year old sister.
What’s wrong, Jocelyn?
You tell them about being pregnant,
About Jake not thinking it’s his,
About being dumped,
About being an outcast.
Your mother cries,
Because you ruined your life.
Your Dad seethes,
Because he wants to kill Jake.
Your sister grins,
Because she wants a baby sister.
You’re getting an abortion,
We’ll make an appointment for next week.
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Katie: The pressure to be pretty. Nathan: The pressure to provide. Paige: The pressure to be loved. Aiden: The pressure to be perfect. Jocelyn: The pressure to be accepted. Everyone has a pressure. What's yours?