Desperate Teens - Textfreak1 (black male authors .txt) 📗

to the window.
The streets were empty and nearly all windows of neighboring houses were dark. Nevertheless in one house there was still light. Andrew remembered that it was the same house which the black-haired girl had stood in front of. He wondered if it was her who was still awake.

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Isabella marched through her room, trying not be too loud due to the fact that her parents and her brother were already asleep. She was nervous. Extremely nervous. Every now and then when she passed her window she looked out of it and tried to spot any suspicious movement. “Where are you?” she whispered and moved closer to the window. “I can’t believe you’re doing that to me.” Her window was breath-clouded. Suddenly she turned around grabbed her BlackBerry from the bedside table and looked at it closely. ‘No new messages,’ said the black letters on the display. Her background photo was a picture of Katrina and her, last year in
cheerleader-camp. Isabella liked to think of that time. But cruel reality couldn’t let her out of its rough claws for even a few minutes. She threw her BlackBerry on her bed and started walking around again. ‘Something happened,’ she thought determined. ‘But why doesn’t she call me? I would if something happened to-‘ Isabella sighed. ‘Right I forgot. Something has already happened to me,’ and she touched her belly. She hadn’t told her parents yet and if she had a choice she would never tell anyone. Her mind ran riot and created scary pictures: Her father screaming at her, her mother crying in a corner - The birth itself and Pauly whispering the word abortion again and again. Isabella bit her lip and breathed heavily to stop herself from crying.
Suddenly someone knocked on her door. Adrenaline flooded her body and she jumped onto her bed, fighting her way under the blanket, but before she could turn out the lights her mother opened the door.
Mariella Foster wasn’t what you would call a typical housewife. Her outfits were always chosen well-considered. If she had to do the chores she wore comfortable clothes and flat shoes. If she had to go to a dinner party she dressed glamorous. If she had to go to school events she was elegant (wearing a pearl necklace, of course). And if she had service providers around she wore a very décolleté blouse (thanks to this, they usually payed half of the actual price). All this got her the nickname black widow (or maybe because of her long black hair and her tanned skin?).

She closed the door behind her. Gently smiling she walked through the room, just like Isabella did seconds before and then sat on the edge of Isabella’s bed. “Your father is asleep,” she began and Isabella had no idea what to expect. “Are you going to tell me now what is going on with you?”
Isabella’s face began to burn and her heartbeat got faster. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. On one hand her mother was the only person who could understand in which desperate position she was but on the other hand it was her mother and of course she wouldn’t be too ecstatic about it. “It’s-” she paused and made her decision. “It’s nothing really. I think I’m getting ill.”
Her mother smiled and for a stupid second Isabella thought she had bought it. But as her mother laid the pregnancy test onto her blanket, which Isabella had thrown into the trash can of the bathroom, she felt like fainting. “Are you going to tell me the truth now?” her mother said with a calm voice.
Silently Isabella nodded and stood up, marched over to her window and sat on the window sill. And only for a few seconds her eyes got distracted by a black silhouette of a girl sneaking into Katrina’s house. Isabella closed her eyes, leant her head against the pane and whispered tearfully: “I’m pregnant mom. And I need your help.”

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When Katrina had ran out into the dark streets of the suburbia, kneeling on the warm concrete and looking up into the sky with her watery eyes, thoughts were hammering against her skull. Some solving all of her problems and some creating even more. The half-moon was diving everything into a soft light and the cloudless sky revealed thousands of stars.
After wandering through the neighborhood without looking right or left her feet dragged her to Pauly’s house. For a while she stood motionless in front of it until the door opened and Pauly came outside. Torn what to do she decided to hide. Before Pauly could spot her through the darkness Katrina vanished behind a tree. Silently she watched Pauly heading over the street in the direction of Jessica who hadn’t been recognized by Katrina, but she was confident that Jessica hadn’t seen her. She didn’t care anyway. Jessica was actually a good friend of Katrina’s and she wouldn’t gossip.
Nevertheless when Jessica and Pauly were seconds away from kissing, Katrina starred puzzled at the two of them. She had never assumed they knew each other that well. “Slut,” she whispered and prayed to God to prevent them from kissing.
Apparently God was in a generous mood and fulfilled the wish. The front lights were turned on and Sheila Summers, Jessica’s aunt, made her way through the door. She yelled something, made Jessica go into the house and went inside seconds later. Katrina noticed a boy who she had never seen before. Lanky, brown hair, not really good-looking (that’s why Katrina turned her eyes away from him). Either way he went inside as well.
Katrina thought about revealing herself and talking to Pauly, but couldn’t quite come up with an explanation for her bloody knees and why she was bare-footed. So she stood behind that dark tree. Its bark felt painfully as she clasped her finger into it and watched Pauly walking home. ‘At least I have something to tell Isabella,’ she thought. And suddenly as if something pinched her she clapped her palm on her forehead. She had forgotten about Isabella. ‘Well, now you have to find an explanation. And it better be good!’
Sneaking home was easier than Katrina had thought. All the lights were out. That somehow bothered her, because it showed her that nobody was interested in Katrina coming home safely any longer. That was actually not what she had expected of the last day of her holidays. As she entered the house with her key she was almost certain that at least her father would sit there waiting for her. But the corridor was dark and no chink of light was visible.
In her room Katrina didn’t bother turning on the lights. She walked through her room and lay down. She was tired and her knees and feet hurt. Suddenly she felt something vibrating next to her head. It was her BlackBerry. A text message from Isabella:


“Where the hell r u? I’ve been waiting 4 u the whole night! I could’ve needed ur help.
Oh and btw my mom knows! And she’s not happy at all. I think she’s gonna tell my dad...
So thx 4 nothing
Bella”

Katrina read the message over and over again and had only one thought on her mind: ‘I need a damn good excuse!’

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Publication Date: 08-09-2010

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