I race down the hallway and stand outside his first period classroom…
Waving my arms, trying to get his attention.
Maura
Maura
Psst!
Maura
Maura
Simon!
He finally looks up.
I wave him outside…
He asks his teacher to go to the bathroom…
And meets me in the hallway.
Simon
Simon
Maura?
Simon
Simon
What are you doing?
Maura
Maura
I need to talk to you.
Simon
Simon
You are talking to me…
Maura
Maura
In private.
I grab his arm and drag him into a nearby bathroom…
I make sure it’s empty before pulling him inside.
Simon
Simon
Is everything okay?
Here it goes…
Maura
Maura
I’m pregnant.
Simon
Simon
What?!
Maura
Maura
It’s Leon’s obviously.
Simon grimaces, and my eyes tear up.
Maura
Maura
He dumped me when I told him.
Maura
Maura
I don’t know what I’m going to do.
Maura
Maura
I can’t raise a baby right now!
I put my head on his shoulder and break down in sobs.
Maura
Maura
I need your help, Simon.
I expect him to wrap me in a bear hug, and tell me it’ll all be okay.
I expect him to start problem-solving, like he always does.
But instead…
His face drains of color…
And then to my surprise…
He backs away from me.
Simon
Simon
What were you thinking?
I blink through the tears, shell shocked.
Maura
Maura
What do you mean?
Simon
Simon
Why weren’t you more careful?!
Simon
Simon
You just ruined your life!
His reactions cuts deep.
I can’t believe the coldness I hear in his voice.
Maura
Maura
We were being careful!
Maura
Maura
The condom just…broke.
Simon covers his ears.
Simon
Simon
Spare me the details, please!
He turns away.
Simon
Simon
Our dreams of getting into Stanford together are destroyed.
Simon
Simon
I don’t think they admit teen moms.
I grab his arm.
Maura
Maura
I’m not planning to keep it!
He finally looks me in eye, dead serious.
Simon
Simon
Maura, you can’t get an abortion.
Simon
Simon
We live in Texas.
Simon
Simon
It’s ILLEGAL.
My chest tightens.
I feel like I can’t breathe.
Maura
Maura
I know, but…there has to be another way.
Maura
Maura
You have a car. Drive me to another state!
Simon
Simon
If I help you, I’ll be committing a felony.
Maura
Maura
We’ll keep it a secret. No one will know.
He frowns and crosses his arms.
Simon
Simon
Tell Leon to drive you.
I tear up again.
Maura
Maura
I told you, he dumped me!
Maura
Maura
He won’t even talk to me.
Maura
Maura
It’s like I don’t even exist for him anymore.
Simon softens a bit.
Simon
Simon
Yeah, well, can’t say I’m shocked.
Simon
Simon
He treated you like crap…
Simon
Simon
Hid your relationship from everyone…
Simon
Simon
He never deserved you.
Simon
Simon
He has no idea how special you are.
Maura
Maura
I don’t want to talk about Leon.
I reach out and grab his hand.
Maura
Maura
I need my best friend right now.
Maura
Maura
Please Simon…
Maura
Maura
I’m scared.
Maura
Maura
I need your help.
He sighs, rubs the bridge of his nose…
Then looks at me with soft eyes.
Simon
Simon
Fine.
Simon
Simon
You want my advice?
Simon
Simon
Take the abortion pill.
Simon
Simon
If you can find it you can avoid traveling.
I nod.
Maura
Maura
That’s a good idea.
Maura
Maura
But where would I find it?
Simon
Simon
I don’t know but…
Simon
Simon
I guess I can help you look into it.
Simon
Simon
Might be something I can find online.
I pull him into a swift hug.
Maura
Maura
Thank you so much.
Maura
Maura
I don’t know what I would do without you.
He doesn’t respond.
He just gives me a sad look…
Then leaves the bathroom.
I stay back and splash cold water on my face.
When I look up and into the mirror…
I don’t recognize the person staring back at me.
Just yesterday I had everything.
The perfect boyfriend…
A promising future…
But somehow, I’ve lost everything.
Someone suddenly enters the bathroom…
Interrupting my pity party.
Paige Presley.
I watch as she walks over and tapes something under the sink.
It’s a little baggie full of pills…
And then it hits me.
Paige “The Pill Girl” Presley.
Maybe she can help me get what I need!
I’ve never talked to her before…
But it’s worth a try.
I rush over to her just as she’s about to exit the bathroom.
Maura
Maura
Paige! I need your help.
Maura
Maura
Would you happen to have—
Paige
Paige
Shh!
She glares at me…
Then presses a finger against my lips.
Paige
Paige
Are you crazy?
She pulls out a business card from her back pocket and hands it to me.
Paige
Paige
Call me after school.
I slog through the rest of the school day…
Unable to focus on anything.
By the time I arrive home…
All I want to do is curl up in a ball and cry.
But when I walk in the door…
My mom nearly tackles me.
Mom
Mom
YOU GOT IN!
Maura
Maura
What?
She holds up a large envelope with big red letters on the front that say…
STANFORD UNIVERSITY
Mom
Mom
You got in!!!
She pulls me into a tight hug.
Mom
Mom
Oh honey, I’m so proud of you!
Mom
Mom
You worked so hard for this!
Tears fill my eyes as her words sink in.
I got into Stanford.
I’ve been dreaming of this moment my whole life.
But instead of joy…
All I feel is dread.
My head spins.
What if I can’t get the abortion pill in time?
How will I go to Stanford with a baby?!
I start to sob…
And before I know it, I’m crying hysterically in her arms.
My mom pulls back to look at me.
Mom
Mom
What’s wrong honey?
Mom
Mom
Isn’t this what you always wanted?
For a split second I wish I could tell her the truth.
But it scares me to imagine how she might react.
I stop crying and look her in the eye.
And I lie.
Maura
Maura
They’re happy tears, mom.
Smiling, she wipes my face and then turns to grab her keys.
Mom
Mom
Just wait until I tell everyone at church!
Mom
Mom
They’re going to be so proud!
She rushes out the door before I can respond…
Leaving me feeling like the world’s biggest fraud.
Narrator
Narrator
The next day
I’m in the library…
And I should be studying.
But instead, I’m watching reruns of Teen Mom on my phone.
I’ve been unable to focus on anything all morning.
Between Googling things like…
“How long does labor last?”…
And “Does an abortion hurt?”…
I’m completely overwhelmed.
And to make matters worse…
Prom is tonight…
And everyone keeps bombarding me with questions.
Just as I have that thought…
Tara Lewis approaches my table.
Tara
Tara
Hey girl!
Tara
Tara
Quick question.
Tara
Tara
What the deal with the security at prom?
Tara
Tara
Are they going to be searching bags?
Tara
Tara
Because Brenda just got a handle of Vodka—
I push back from the table, cutting her off.
Maura
Maura
Sorry, I’ve got to go.
I’ve had enough.
I can’t pretend like everything is okay.
I gather my things and escape to the bathroom…
I lock myself in a stall…
Then curl up on top of the toilet seat.
What the hell am I going to do now?
It’s then I notice a familiar baggie taped to the back of the door.
That’s right!
Paige!
I forgot to call her yesterday.
I quickly pull out my phone and dial her number.
Luckily, she answers on the first ring.
Paige
Paige
Paige’s Pharmacy.
Paige
Paige
How can I help you?
Maura
Maura
Yes, hi…
Maura
Maura
Um, I was wondering if you carry the abortion pill?
There’s silence…
And then she laughs.
Paige
Paige
Maura Murray pregnant, huh?
Paige
Paige
Who would have thought?
I close my eyes as a wave of shame washes over me.
But I forge on…
Feeling as if I don’t have any other choice.
Maura
Maura
Can you help me or not?
Paige
Paige
No can do.
Paige
Paige
Can’t get those pills anywhere these days.
Maura
Maura
Oh…okay.
Maura
Maura
Thanks anyway.
I hang up, feeling dejected.
It takes me a few minutes to gather myself and leave the stall…
But when I do, things go from bad to worse.
And to my horror, Justina is at the sink putting on makeup.
And from the look on her face…
I can tell she heard everything.
She glances at me, smiles…
Then puts a finishing touch to her bright red lips.
Panicked, I rush over to her.
Maura
Maura
Justina, please.
Maura
Maura
Don’t tell anyone what you heard.
She laughs, then admires herself in the mirror.
Justina
Justina
Wow, pregnant huh?
Justina
Justina
Everyone would totally freak if they knew Ms. Goody Two Shoes was knocked up.
My heart falls into my stomach
Maura
Maura
I don’t want anyone to know.
Maura
Maura
It’s my business.
Maura
Maura
Please, tell me you’ll keep this between us.
Justina smiles, putting her lipstick in her purse.
Instead of answering, she makes me even more nervous.
Justina
Justina
I can’t control the flow of information, can I?
Justina
Justina
Great job planning prom, by the way.
Justina
Justina
And here I thought it would be boring…
Maura
Maura