Chapter Three

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Dear Diary,

She's pregnant. She's really freaking pregnant. Now I have two big secrets that I have to keep. My mom didn't say anything, but I know that if I were to say anything she would probably kill me. Whatever, that might make life easier. My mom is pregnant, but she still keeps up her trend of bringing home a different man every night. How long does she think that she can keep this act up? Eventually she is going to have a big, huge, bulging stomach. How many guys does she think are going to be interested in a hugely pregnant woman. And how long does she think that she is going to keep doing what she's doing when she is pregnant? How long can I keep doing what I'm doing?

I figured that I should probably stop writing before I get too upset and start ripping the pages apart. I need to have my diary. If I didn't have something to let out my "emotions" on then I think I would probably go nuts. I have school tomorrow. I hate school. When I am at school I always see her. I see her in the hallways and I always want to stop her and explain to her, but I just don't know how to. I just wish that it wouldn't have happened the way it did. In fact, i wish it wouldn't have happened at all. Everytime that I look at her I want to burst into tears, get down on my knees, and to say that I am so sorry and......

"Mandi, can you get me some water, I think I'm going to puke again!"

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