Labor Pains?

                                    

                                          
The next morning I got up and dreaded facing Rebecca at school.
                          
I felt better about what I told her because I knew it was the right thing to say, but it still made me sad knowing that she was mad at me.
                          
I got out of my bed, got dressed, ate my breakfast, and started walking to school.
                          
I stopped at John’s house so we could walk together but he told me he didn’t feel like walking, so we drove the rest of the way.
                          
I went straight to my locker because the bell was about to ring.
                          
Ever since I had started the 5th month of my pregnancy, I started walking a lot slower. All of my teachers understood though, so if I was late, they wouldn’t get mad at me.
                          
As I shut my locker door, I saw a face… Rebecca’s face.
                          
I jumped.
                          
“Oh my God! You scared me!” I said.
                          
“Sorry.”
                          
“It’s fine. What do you want? I’m gonna be late for class.”
                          
“I wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way I acted toward you yesterday. I was really being a jerk. What you said is true. I just wanted someone to be happy for me.”
                          
“It’s ok. I forgive you.”
                          
“So we’re friends again?”
                          
“Yeah.” I smiled, then we hugged and went to class.
                          
It was almost the end of the day, and I had to admit, it was a good day. I had aced two tests and we had chicken spaghetti which was the best school lunch there was.
                          
It was finally 7th hour. My class was a health and nutrition class. We were talking about pregnancies so I felt kind of awkward because all of the other students were asking me a bunch of questions and the teacher, Mrs. Abbot, was drilling me with questions to see if I was keeping the babies healthy.
                          
I was sitting next to Ronnie and Saara. We were talking to each other and not really paying attention to Mrs. Abbot like we should have been.
                          
There was only 10 minutes left and I was really eager to get out of the school for the day.
                          
Mrs. Abbot had finally stopped talking so I started playing on my computer.
                          
I was looking at computer backgrounds with Saara when I felt a sharp pain in my lower back.
                          
I quickly put my hand to my back and started rubbing it.
                          
“You ok?” Saara asked, a worried look on her face.
                          
“Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’ve just been sitting down too long. I should be fine when I get up.”
                          
“Ok.” She still looked worried.
                          
We started looking at the backgrounds again and not more than a minute later, I felt something else, but this time it wasn’t really a pain. It was more of a kicking feeling.
                          
I jerked Saara’s hand to my stomach.
                          
“Ow. What the-” Before she could finish her sentence, she understood what was going on.
                          
“Oh my gosh! They’re kicking.” She squealed.
                          
Everyone looked up from what they were doing and quickly ran over to me.
                          
Saara just kept her hand on my stomach and smiled.
                          
People were trying to get her hand away, but she didn’t budge.
                          
When the babies stopped kicking, she looked up and saw everyone giving her dirty looks.
                          
She half-laughed. “Oh, did you guys wanna feel the babies kicking?”
                          
“Yeah!” They all said together.
                          
“Sorry.”
                          
The bell rang and everyone left, still complaining about Saara.
                          
“Don’t worry.” I said to her. “They’ll get over it.”
                          
“I hope so.”
                          
We both smiled and went our own way.
                          
I saw John. I ran up and hugged him.
                          
“Why are you so happy?” He asked.
                          
“The babies kicked last hour!”
                          
“Aw, really? And I didn’t get to be the first one to feel it?” He looked really disappointed.
                          
“I’m sorry. Saara did that for you.”
                          
“Oh well, that does mean they’re healthy right?”
                          
“Yeah, I guess so.” I said.
                          
We leaned in and gave each other a kiss.
                          
He leaned back out and smiled at me. I tried smiling, but the weird, sharp pain came back and the smile came out as a wince.
                          
“Are you ok?”
                          
“Yeah. I just keep getting these weird pains in my lower back and stomach.”
                          
“Ok, well here, let me take your books. Maybe your just straining yourself.”
                          
“Thanks.”
                          
As he took my books and started walking towards my locker, another sharp pain came.
                          
It made me drop to my knees.
                          
“Ow. John.” I barley managed to say this, it hurt so bad.
                          
He turned around. “Lexi.” He dropped the books and knelt down by me.
                          
“What’s wrong?”
                          
“I- I think I might be in labor.”