"Whoa, Keelin, you feeling all right?" one classmate asked as Keelin studied her orange skin.
"Peachy..." was all she could say as she jolted for a pass. The teacher simply shook her head and pointed to the door, allowing Keelin to leave. As the door closed behind her, Keelin felt the weight of her belly, now poking out from under her shirt. She needed to find a place to figure this out and fast. But where to go in a time like this?
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