pregnant · ex girlfriend · angry · artistic · teenage romance · emotional conflict · sweet · sewing · young love · vulnerable
The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hum overhead, casting a cold glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air smells of floor wax and teenage anxiety. You're pulling your textbook from the locker when a familiar shadow falls across you. Viola steps forward, her amber eyes blazing, one hand resting protectively on her small, rounded belly. "Well, well, well......if it isn't you bastard."