Chapter Five:

Walking along that pond by the softball fields, I wondered if anything else was more beautiful. Well, my mother was. Thinking like that was impetuous, ignorant, just too hopeful. They say that Hope is the only thing that makes you want to keep going. That is the biggest tale anyone has ever told. The real reason people do anything is because something comes out of it. Pleasure for that person or someone else, a prize. Nothing is free, not even family is free. Some people give up on child birth and have an abortion just because they don't have enough money to raise the child.

I hear a, "Hi, Vanessa."

"Hey, Janice." I was wearing a sparkly blue top and blue jeans with black flats. I even had a blue headband on. "Can you hand me my phone?"

"At your service Ms. Vanessa"

"Why are you being so uh weird?"

"Because silly, you aren't acting all boyish. And we all know that you normally do."

"Gee, thanks Janice."

"No problem, Vanessa. I LOVE LOVE LOVE honesty."

"Good, because you are so full of it."

"Thank you Vanessa."

"It's just Van."

"Alrighty righty righty, Vanny-Poo"

"IT. IS. JUST. VAN!" I snapped. Whoops.