The next day at school, everybody seems to be staring at me. I look down, wondering if my bump is showing that much. No, it really just looks like I’ve been spending too much time on the couch lately. What is going on with these people?
My phone starts ringing and I see that April is calling me. “Hello?”
“Where are you?” She asks, slightly out of breath.
I look around, “Uh, B-Hall? What’s up?”
“Stay put.” She demands before hanging up on me.
I frown at my phone before shoving it back into my pocket and waiting. Nothing makes a person feel more like an outcast than when they stand in the middle of a hallway with everybody staring at them. Soon enough, April is sprinting down the hall towards me. I’ve never seen her run that fast in her life. “What is going on?” I ask, holdi
