Blame the Wind 5
A/N: Look how quick this update was! Ok, now…I know it took a LONG time to update, but I only got ONE review last chapter…I'm hoping for…maybe FIVE this time?
July 26, 2010
I'm sitting with Harper in the sub station, listening to her go on and on about how great of an accessory pineapple is. As much as I love Harper, this is not an interesting story. Her fashion stories never are. I'd much rather just eat some pineapple than wear it.
"If you coat the pineapple rings in that spray that keeps stickiness and bugs away, you can make them into really great earrings! You know what else is awesome? Using the outside of the pineapple—with the spikes—to make a belt! It's almost like wearing studs! Except its pineapple! So it's not against school rules. Plus, the fact that its yellow is so much cheerier than the black those studded belts usually are."
I nod, pretending to be interested. "Mhmm, cheerier," I offer. "You know what, Harper, let's go to Central Park!"
"Alex, Central Park is over an hour away walking! It's 4 o'clock. I have to be home for dinner at 7:30. By the time we got to Central Park, we'd practically have to leave!"
I roll my eyes. "How about Time Square? Forty minutes away; that gives us almost two hours there!"
"Fine," Harper relents, grabbing her purse from the chair next to her.
I smile. "Awesome, I'm going to go get my purse from my bedroom! I'll be right back!"
I quickly make my way up to my bedroom and grab my purse, checking that there is adequate money. I grab another twenty dollars from my piggy bank and run back downstairs to Harper.
"Mom, Harper and I are gonna walk to Time Square! We'll be back in a few hours!"
"Have fun, sweetheart," my mom calls.
I smile and begin to walk out with Harper. As we walk along the sidewalks, I can't help but remember when I told Harper I was pregnant. It happened on a day just like this.
August 17, 2009
Harper
and I walked along the sidewalk, making our way to a favorite
destination of ours: Manhattan Mall. I was silent
as we walked, not even "Alex, are you okay? You're really
quiet today," Harper pointed out. "Actually, you've been
pretty quiet for the last week." "Yeah,
I'm fine," I replied, forcing a bit of a smile. We
were silent for a few moments as we continued to walk. I watched my
feet move, trusting I would not run into anything. "I'm
pregnant," I told Harper. I briefly looked up
at Harper, only to see a two hundred pound man slam into her as she
stopped dead in her tracks. I slowed, trying to avoid having someone
collide with me, and walked back to where Harper had stopped. I
grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the middle of the sidewalk, and
stood across from her, watching her shocked expression. She
stuttered, looking for a response. "I think I
must have heard you wrong," she finally replied, her voice low.
"There's no way you just told me that you're pregnant." I
stared into her eyes—my face serious—not saying a thing. "You're
really pregnant, aren't you?" I nodded
slowly, on the verge of tears. Harper wrapped her
arms around me without a word and I broke down into sobs. "Have
you told your parents?" she asked. I nodded. "What about
the father? Whose baby is it?" "Parker
Adams," I responded softly. "He doesn't know. I don't think
I'm going to tell him." I was quiet for a moment, tears rolling
down my face non-stop, before I spoke again, my voice weak. "I
don't know what to do." People rushed past
us, some staring at me, but I ignored them. I needed to let out all
my emotions. I needed the comfort of Harper's arms and
words. "It's going to be alright,"
Harper told me. "I'm having a baby—at
sixteen! This can't be happening!" I tried to wipe away tears,
but more covered my face as quickly as I could get rid of them. "What
do I do, Harper? Do you think I can raise a kid when I'm still a kid
myself?" "I don't know," Harper
replied. "Maybe you could put the baby up for adoption." "I
could get an abortion," I suggested softly. Harper's eyes
widened. "You...couldn't do that, Alex. I
know you. You wouldn't be able to have an abortion." "It's
an option," I replied softly. Harper was silent. She nervously
bit her lip. "Forget the mall," I told my best friend,
"let's just go home." Harper nodded.
"How 'bout we stop at the grocery store and pick up some ice
cream and candy and then grab a movie and have a girls' day
in?" "Yeah," I replied, my voice
hoarse from crying, "that sounds good." I smiled at Harper
and gave her a huge hug. "Thank you, Harper."
A/N: I hope you liked it! Harper is a HARD character to write! :|