Self-esteem & Self-reliance
"I think I'm pregnant."
Derek stared at her, stunned. She stared back.
He finally found his voice. "You say you think. You don't know for sure?"
"I'm almost three weeks late."
"That's it?” Derek brushed by her. "I hear my sisters talking all the time. That's no big deal."
"It's a big deal for me."
Ralph dejó de mirarme y fijó la vista en otro chico.
—¿Qué crees, Scott... le damos un siete?
Scott me miró de arriba a abajo.
—¿Un siete? A lo mejor.
—En su mejor día, quizás —dijo otro chico.
—Ah, ¿en un buen día como el viernes?
—¿Cómo el viernes pasado? —completó Ralph.
Todos se echaron a reír otra vez.
—Todos ustedes son unos cerdos. —les dije.
I open the top drawer, my heart pounding. A row of file folders, alternating blue and gray, all neatly labeled. Clippings, Documents, Letters...I stop, about to pull out the Letters file, but then I notice the next file: Lou. The skin on the back of my neck prickles, and I shiver. I raise my hand to life out the file and, just as my fingers touch it, I hear my mother's key in the lock.
I was happier than I had been for a long time.
Everything was crashing down around Dana. Finally I was getting some justice. But I wanted a bigger
helping, this wasn't enough. I had to do something.
I went into the washroom and dug a marker out of my pencil case. I drew a box and a couple of circles with lines for a flash going off on the outer wall of the first cubicle. No one would be able to miss it. It didn't look exactly like a camera, but it would do. And for the finishing touch I wrote SMILE DANA, with a happy face right beside it.
