HUGS & KISSES

Hehe....I just got home from school and Algebra is my last hour. This CD saved my life. Truly.

Proof!

That's all I'm saying....

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

(Shannon’s POV)

Pete had me embraced in a hug. Then he dropped a bomb on me.

“So when are you going to tell your parents?” he asked. My smile quickly faded as I thought about it.

“Can we just spend this time right now with each other? We should enjoy this time.” I said.

He looked at me as he helped me out the door. I didn’t feel like trying to fight the fact that he was right and I should tell my parents now.

I gulped as I spied my mom in the kitchen.

“Go…” he whispered.

I walked into the kitchen and she looked at me.

“Are you okay sweetie? You look a little flushed.” she asked me trying to put her hand on my forehead.

“I’m fine, mom. I just need to tell you something.” I said trying to get to the point as quickly as possible.

“Go ahead then. What is it?” she said turning towards me.

“Have a seat…please.” I told her. She sat down and looked at me. I sighed a heavy sigh and sat across from her.

“Mom, I think, well.. I know I’m…..pregnant.” I told her. I held my head down as I knew she wouldn’t be too excited about it. I was expecting to here some kind of gasp from her. I saw her mouth form into a smile.

“Are you sure? Have you checked into it?” she asked me.

“Well, yeah.” I said. “Wait a minute…why aren’t you upset or mad or disappointed? Aren’t you gonna say that I’m too young and I have my whole life ahead of me? ”

“Well no. If you feel that you can come to me and tell me these things now instead of hiding them from me, I think that you can make your own decisions. I’m not always going to be there and tell you what to do. Besides, this is what you wanted.” she said. “I have seen you go through so many guys because they were immature and couldn’t give you what you wanted. Now you found someone who can give it to you and I don’t wanna ruin that.”

I smiled at my mom knowing that she understood what I had been trying to tell her ever since I was seven about how I would know when I find the right man to be with.

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After having to tell everyone we knew the news, we felt that we had made a big accomplishment. The next couple of months seemed to breeze by with ease. Preparing for a baby was not as hard to me as women on baby shows, which I became surprisingly addicted to, made it look. I had grown accustom to the stomach that I had developed.

“I’m gonna handle get through this perfectly!“ or so I thought……

"I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off (Me + You)"

I barely even noticed Patrick's voice the minute I heard Pete's words. That man gives me ear-gasms with his words....seriously.

For now, this is a one-shot. It could progress into a possible series. I’m not sure yet. Since my Urie obsession is back in full effect, I’ve had the urge to write about him.

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“You okay Danielle? You look at little….distracted.” he told me.