Checked Again (Checked Series) by Jennifer Jamelli

Author:Jennifer Jamelli [Jamelli, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-06-03T00:00:00+00:00

MANDY’S CAR ISN’T IN HER spot when I get back home. Of course it’s not. She does have a very busy schedule, after all…as I was just reminded.

I go inside, spray my shoes, wash my hands, and head upstairs to read a little Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I read a few chapters, but my powers of concentration are not the best right now. I’m probably going to have to do a lot of rereading before I write my paper on this one. That, or earn a B on a sub-par essay (I will not earn a B. I will reread. Later. When my mind is more in order…if that is a description that can ever be used for my mind).

The afternoon moves along. I continue to attempt to read and take some crappy, not really usable, notes as I go along. I tear off all of my nail polish. I eat two hundred calories of fruit, a few hundred calories of soup, and a hundred calories of yogurt (I’m behind on my calories today due to pre-appointment nerves). And I think. And think. And I replay today, our little scene in the parking lot, over and over and over.

Over. And over. And over. And—

I see the clock on my dresser. 5:14 p.m. Shit. I’ve gotta get moving. Now.

I haven’t even left myself enough time to repaint my nails. Ugh.

I put my Kindle down and get to work.

5:45 p.m. Leaving-the-house checks done. Coat on. Out the door. Three handle twists. On my way to class.

6:00 p.m. Professional Writing Lab. In my seat. Ready to think about teen pregnancy for three hours (NOT).

Melanie’s pregnancy test pops into my head. Then my pregnancy test pops in. And then I start to think about the last conversation I had about that test. The only conversation I’ve ever had about that test. With him.

And then, well, then I waste a lot of class time thinking about other conversations with him, other moments with him, other things not really in any way connected with teen pregnancy. Fortunately, Dr. Harper doesn’t seem to notice. He’s too busy walking around and answering questions from my classmates…the people around me who are actually doing their work…who are researching perhaps less STD-infested topics.

I wonder briefly what other topics have been assigned. I wonder if my other classmates have to do research that basically overflows with information about diseases. I wonder—

Wait.

Wait. Wait.

I can spin this differently.

Dr. Harper never said that this paper has to address a specific part of teen pregnancy…and Dr. Harper never said that I need to give a full overview of the topic.

I pick up my pen as a fresh blast of ideas bounces through my mind. {Alicia Keys bounces in as well with “Girl on Fire.”} I write down some notes, the first notes I’ve written today…and they are a mess, but they look something like this:

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