Emily’s hand shook as she pushed the door open. Banners in the foyer declared: “Welcome Students!”
“Emmy! I didn’t see you all summer!” Tracy faked a smile as she glanced down. “How far along are you?”
Emily rushed past, hoping her hair hid her red cheeks.
Paul leaned against his locker as Emily deposited her bag. “Emmy! Who’s the lucky stud?” He leered.
Emily ducked past and ran to her first class.
“Room 271,” her phone reported.
She groaned. “Taking Care of Your Baby.” And, as normal, she was sure she was the only one not pregnant. She knew it was right, but chastity embarrassed her.