I wasn’t the smartest but I was smart enough to be in 3 honors classes, and 1 regular. The school I came from is full of kids who think they’re fr...m the hood. The school was about 75% black kids, 15% Mexican, 5% Chinese, 3% White, and 2% other. I didn’t have many friends but the ones I did have I’ve known and hung out with since kindergarten. One good friend of mine who I will tell you about in a different story is Andrew. We’ve lived across the street from each other for over 10 years and just. So here are the facts: My name in Madigan (Maddie, to just about everybody), five foot, three and a half inches tall, "dirty" blond, brown eyes, considered "cute" by most and "hot" by my boyfriend, I weigh-in at one hundred and seven pounds, my boyfriend's name is Jordan and we've been together for seven months now, my Mom is Rebecca (Becca, to friends) and she is an account broker for a financial company, my brother is stupid (Ha, ha, no, really his name is Matthew or Matt to all) and he's. I didn’t know what to do. I was really scared. Vic, your father was one of the men I had sex with. He offered to marry me. I told him that the baby might not be his and that I didn’t want him to marry me out of pity and be miserable the rest of his life. He told me he loved me and pity had nothing to do with it. I asked him if he wanted a test done to determine if he was the father and he said, ‘No’ that if I was going to be his wife then my child would be his also. Of course that child was. "I'm not wearing a bra."Mrs. Harris sighed. "You are too ... developed to go without one, honey.It wouldn't be proper ... or comfortable." Oh ... " Charlie mumbled quietly, conceding the point in the face ofthat logic. If her mom said he needed one, she was probably right.Looking down at his chest, he couldn't help but think that he was allboobs and no brains."Anyway, we can worry about that stuff tomorrow when we go to themall," Mrs. Harris said.Charlie's eyes widened in fear. "Wait I have.