Janelle by Kelles (love letters to the dead .txt) 📕

I was the perfect daughter. I had straight A's in school, never did drugs, came home at the specified time, and obeyed my parents. When I turned 15 I met Jason. He was the bad boy; the one who would tag the walls, the one who sometimes would ditch class,the new boy that all the guys hung with because they thought he was cool, the one girls drooled over. That was him. At first, I was sort of annoyed by him. I hated how he thought he could rule the school and every one around him because of his bad boy forte'. I would have never liked him if we wouldn't have had to have done a project together for history class. To tell the truth, he was so smart! I asked him why he always ditched class and was such a bad boy and he said "I don't know." We ended up finishing our project early, and we lied to our parents saying we didn't finish so we could hang out more often. It was funny because we were total opposites, but then we were the same. We both thought very deeply about things and we found comfort in each other by expressing our inner most thoughts to each other. After the project was over, he asked me out. It was kind of weird, the bad boy with the quiet smart girl. I still remember the first time we walked into the school hallway together hand in hand and everyone staring. I whispered "Why is everyone staring?" "They're just jealous." I laughed. He had such a way with words. That was two years ago. Now we're 17 and I just found out I'm pregnant.


Ever since I've been dating Jason my parents think I've "changed". But I really haven't I'm still the same girl with the goos grades and perfect child. My dad called me a disappointment. But what does it matter? This is my last year of high school and I'm going to move in with Jason into his new apartment his parents got him.They can't really stop me. Because my birthday is next week and I'll be 18. I'll be free to do what I want. I hate how my parents don't trust me and expect me to just sit around in boredom and act like life is great when it really isn't. For the longest I've tried my hardest to please them, but nothing I do is ever good enough. I don't even care that I'm pregnant. And telling them will only make matters worse so why even bother? But I do have to tell Jason."Hey babe, why do you look so sad?" Perfect timing. "I have something to tell you." "Go ahead, what is it ?" "Jason, I'm.....p-pregnant." Tears flooded my eyes. I figured he would probably get angry or run or do what the others did, but he just stood there. "Oh...well, do you want to keep it? Wait, did you tell your parents?" I didn't believe it, he was excited. "Well, I kind of want to keep it. And I'm NOT telling my parents. They'll hate me forever, and you." "Oh yeah..well its whatever you want to do babe. We can do this, we'll be a family just me you and the baby. You can still go to school and everything, I'll have my mom baby-sit. It will be fine." "Okay." "But Janelle.." "Yes?" "I think you really should tell your parents." "Why? You of all people think that I should tell my parents that I'm PREGNANT?" "It wouldn't feel right without them knowing. When the baby is born I know you will need your mother there for comfort." "But what if they can't accept it; What if they don't want to have anything to do with me!" " Well, then thats just how its going to be. I know that if they choose to do that they will regret it because they'll miss their little girl too much." "Thats true." "Would you feel better if I went with you to tell them?" "Yeah, maybe you should come to." While we were driving, I became so nervous. I didn't know how they would react. What if my father tried to hurt Jason? What if my mother couldn't look me in the eyes? We pulled into the driveway and I see my mom and dads car. I knock on the door. "What are you doing here?" "Look, I just want to talk to you guys about something." "Come in." "You've gained a little weight." "Yeah um mom and dad...I am I uh....I'm pregnant." The look in their eyes was as if the whole world stopped. "Your WHAT?" "Since when?" It seemed as my father had been quiet the whole time, but now he got louder. My mom was calm and quiet. "I'm pregnant. I'm 2 months." "What do you have to say for yourself young man? "I..um..I.." "Nevermind." "Well, let me tell you this. You are our daughter. Me and your father have been meaning to tell you this but...we love you. I'm sorry that we have been so stubborn the past years. You were everything we wanted in a little girl. You had perfect grades, your beautiful, you always did what we asked. So I think now its our turn to listen to you and do what you ask. Anything you need, don't hesitate to call. We're here for you." I didn't know what to say. This wasn't the outcome I expected. I expected them to be angry and blame me and try to punish me but they didn't. Then my father spoke up. "And to Jason, I'm sorry we judged you. We never took the time to get to know you. Maybe sometime we can all have a little get-together and get to know each other. As we should have realized, we have raised our daughter to know right from wrong. So if she chooses you as her mate, we must accept her decision, and cannot judge because we don't even know you. I apologize." "All is well. I will do my very best to take care of Janelle and the baby. You can trust me to not let anything happen to neither of them. I plan to marry Janelle. She is everything I've ever wanted and more." "Well then, welcome to our family Jason." After we went home I laid on Jason as he rubbed my stomach. We were happy that my parents let us be.


I am now 23 and all is well. My baby is now 7 years old and his name is Jason Jr. He has brown curly hair, green eyes, and a smile that can light up the world. I call him my little angel. I'm still with Jason and our relationship has grew tremendously. My parents and Jason's parents are always open to baby-sitting. Life is great. I never really thought that I would find the deeper side of Jason, but I've found it. He is such a great dad. He even cried when Jason was born. That day was beautiful. We all came together like a family. Who would've have thought that I would have a wonderful life. I thought it was going to be boring. Boy was I wrong.

Publication Date: 04-08-2011

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