FIFTY FIVE

After school, I was called to Miss Bloomfield's office. The lady with the large rim glasses glares at me, trying to read what is going through my mind after she learns I'm pregnant.

"So, Miss Peters. I assume your role as Princess Jasmin will be difficult for a pregnant girl."

I bite my lower lips and hold my round belly. "I'm afraid someone has to play the part."

Mrs. Bloomfield let out a sigh. "It can't be helped." She sighed again. "I don't understand these teenagers when it comes to dating. Have any of you heard of protection? Condoms? I got married when I was in my thirties."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Bloomfield." I chuckled wry.

"Principle Brown well informed me about your pregnancy, and soon you will be on maternity leave. But what of graduation?"

"I can't attend the ceremony but will receive the diploma."

Miss Bloomfield closed her eyes. "To be pregnant young and have not experienced the real world. Since you can't play Jasmine, someone else can."

"Miss Bloomfield, if I may," I began.