"Now those of you in your third trimester of your pregnancy," Mrs. Timmons continued, pointing aimlessly at some charts hugging the board. Rina really felt uncomfortable sitting at a black table with hard blue chairs. There were no educational posters or displays in the classroom, no storage bins, no whispers or joyous shreiks of the latest party or fashion echoing in the halls, no annoying desks that squeak when you move in them, nothing of the norm. The girls are all too scared or uncaring to ask questions. They're just like rag dolls, used for a few fun times then thrown away in the trash. It brought a knife down on Rina's heart. It was all changing too fast. Mostly her days were spend drifting into space and doodling on her notebook.

"Boring, huh?" a girl whispered to her. She quickly raised her head from her book and her eyes met with black eyes. Frizzy red hair encompassed a fair face. Her smile was innocent and pure, fully embelished by the sun creeping in the dim room. Her attire was a white adidas t-shirt, black drawstring pants and white platform sneakers. Rina would never of guess she was pregnant because of her slim figure. "I've only been here for a few days and I can't stand it." The girl glanced back at Mrs. Timmons watchfully and then back at Rina, shifting her blue chair to Rina. "I'm Sharon Halberry."

"Adrienne Ladez," Rina replied with a smile, offering her hand to Sharon. Sharon smiled, took it in hers, and gave a gentile shake for a few seconds. Rina's eyes shifted to Sharon's flat stomach. "When's it due?"

"Next August," Sharon replied gleefully, rubbing her hand motherly over her stomach. "It's going to be someone special. What about yours?"

"June," Rina informed her, grazing her fingers over her blue spiral notebook. Their attentions were brought back to Mrs. Timmons by an annoyed glare. They sat foward, eyes unwavering from the posterized board. She was satisfied by their responce and turned her back to the class.

"I've got a system of how to name the baby," Sharon whispered to Rina, "If it's a girl, I'm going to name it April because in the spring, everything is renewed and reborn, ya know? Hopefully it will reborn my life and hers...also, April is the month I was born in. If it's a boy, I'm going to name it August, after the name of his birth month. August means being high in life, high in class and society."

"You have it all figured out," Rina giggled. She glanced up at the board, catching a glimpse of an embryo in the third trimester, and back down to the table. "So what's your story?" Rina whispered audaciously, shifting her body to Sharon and leaning on her elbow.

"My boyfriend...His name was Nick, well, we did it a few times..." Her voice trailed off. She took in a long breath and darted her eyes back to Rina's understanding face. "I thought he cared. But when I told him about this, he totally freaked and left me. Left me in the dust and cold. It really hurt...really hurt..." Her head was downcasted to the table, frizzy hair hiding her small, tear-frosted eyes.

"I'm sorry," Rina replied, kind of embarassed she brought up such a soar subject. Sharon brushed at her knee with her hand cautiously, her wheels turning in her head.

"It's his loss. This baby is going to be someone someday. He'll regret not being in its life," Sharon replied honestly with a hopeful smile as she whipped tears from her eyes. "What about you?"

"It was at a party," Rina informed her, raising from the table and resting her hands on her stomach. "We got really drunk and had sex. I mean, he's not my boyfriend, that's the twisted part. He's my best friend."

"Wow," Sharon responded astounded. She picked up her pencil and started to tap it lightly on the side of the table. "He's got more reason to leave you."

"He wouldn't do that," Rina told her, shaking her head.

"Hey, it's not like he's obligated to be by your side through this ordeal," Sharon replied, clenching her hand over Rina's arm. Rina could tell she was conserned...but why? "My boyfriend of 7 months left me...why wouldn't your best friend?"

"I think I know him better than that," Rina challenged her, her eyes slightly narrowed in defense. She turned back to Mrs. Timmons' lesson when Sharon continued.

"He gives you nice things. He treats you better than any one else. He makes you feel...alive." A sad smile diffused on her lips, her eyes raised to the rambling at the front. "He doesn't mean to hurt you, but no matter how you slice it, there's always a hint of truth in his face. He'll become distant. He'll get scared, get mad, get confused and leave...Slam the door so hard your heart drops to the floor." She revovled to Rina who sat there dumbfounded. Sharon looked at the window as if trying to grab her words from the passing cotton clouds. Rina could see the hurt in her pinched face and hear the hurt in her warbeling words. Sharon turned back to Rina, her tapping ceasing. All this was like the Bible to Rina, so true yet not 100 percent accurate. "Look...I'm not trying to corrupt your mind, but just think...he wasn't upset when you told him? He's got a life, too. If he doesn't, that's wonderful. I wish both of you the best of luck. If he does...you'll be like me, cold and dusty with no one to turn to."