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Dyan Sheldon - And Baby Makes Two

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Lana Spiggs is fed up with everyone telling her what to do. If it isnt her mother nagging and shouting, its her teachers nagging and shouting. What Lana wants is to be grown-up. She wants her own flat, her own husband and her own children and then no one will be able to boss her around any more. When Lana meets Les on her fifteenth birthday, she knows he is The One. And when she gets pregnant without even trying, she knows its her ticket to freedom even though everyone else calls it a prison sentence. But can her dream of Happy Families stand up to reality?

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Dyan Sheldon

And Baby Makes Two

When I Grow Up

In many ways, the twenty-fifth of October was an ordinary day, which means it started with a fight with my mother and carried on from there.

The fight with my mother was because there wasnt any milk for the tea. As per usual, this was my fault. Nothing was ever Hilarys fault. God knows what she did before she had me to blame for everything. Because of the fight, I was late for school again. Mr Cox, my tutor, gave me a detention. I tried to reason with him.

But its my birthday, I said. You cant give me a detention on my birthday. Thats Fascism.

No it isnt, said Mr Cox. Its frustration. But you can do the detention on Monday. He gave me his cheesy, Im-your-friend smile. Happy Birthday.

After that I got told off for talking in geography. Then I got told off for talking in maths. Then I got told off for not having my homework in history. Then I got told off for not having my homework in English. And, finally, I got told off by the headteacher for talking back to my geography teacher. All systems normal.

I never let that stuff bother me too much, though. I mean, it was life, wasnt it? I knew what preachers (teachers and parents) were like. I couldnt remember a time when I didnt hate my mother, except maybe when I was really little and didnt know any better. And school was never my thing, either. My best lesson at school was lunch. I was really good at lunch. I was enthusiastic, paid attention, tried hard and never gave the dinner ladies any lip. If theyd given out marks for lunch, I wouldve been top of the class. But my standards werent as high in my other subjects. In my other subjects I was bottom of the class, unless Id been sent to the headteacher and wasnt actually in the class. No one ever asked me what Id got in a test unless theyd done really badly and wanted to find someone who had done worse.

Even if I had let that stuff bother me, though, it wouldnt have bothered me that day. It wasnt just my birthday. It was my fifteenth birthday! One more year down!

All Id ever wanted to be was grown up. Then nobody could boss me around and I could do what I pleased. The age I really wanted to be was sixteen, of course, when you can legally do things without getting someones permission, but fifteen was pretty close. Adulthood was shining like a beacon in front of me only twelve months away.

I usually walked home from school with my best friend, Shanee, but since Shanee was away and it was my birthday and raining I took the bus. I sat right at the back in the corner, where no old lady would hit me with her shopping or glare at me to give up my seat. I put my headphones on and stared out the window. I didnt care what the other passengers thought, I sang along with my Discman all the way home. I was that happy.

Listening to my Discman and watching the street from the bus was one of my favourite pastimes. It was like a film. You know, like the bits between the talking when theres just music and people doing stuff. Sometimes I was in the film, and sometimes I was just watching it, making up stories about the people I saw.

Today, since it was my birthday, I was in the film.

The camera watched me watching the shoppers hurrying through the rain. I had Garbage on my Discman.

When I Grow Up was my favourite song.

There were tons of women with plastic-covered pushchairs in the street. They looked like they were pushing bubbles filled with babies. The bus stopped in front of McDonalds. There were more women with pushchairs sitting together in the window, talking and laughing while their children mashed up chips and played with the toy of the week.

The camera came in close on my face as I watched them and stayed on me as I imagined myself sitting with the women in McDonalds, a shopping list in my pocket, joking about my husband, knowing exactly what I had to do for the rest of my life.

I got so involved in thinking about what kind of pushchair I would buy for my kid that I missed my stop. I got out at the next one and walked back.

If I really was in a film, when I got home the flat wouldve been filled with balloons and everybody wouldve been there, wearing party hats and hiding behind the sofa to surprise me. But I wasnt in a film. At least not that one. The flat was empty: no party and no balloons. Id already opened all my presents and cards and my mother wouldnt be back from work for a couple of hours. This was fine with me. All she ever did was yell and nag. Youd think she was permanently suffering from PMT the way she carried on.

Anyway, I didnt care that there was no one there because I needed extra time to get ready. My mum and her boyfriend, Charley, were taking me to Planet Hollywood for dinner. This was a big deal, since Hilary and Charleys normal idea of splashing out was to eat at Pizza Hut, damn the expense.

Id wanted to go to Planet Hollywood since it opened. I reckoned you never knew who youd bump into in a place like that. The brainboxes at school all wanted to go to university and become professors or solicitors and stuff like that, but I wanted to get married and have my own flat and lots of children. That was my true ambition. As far as I was concerned, having a family was the outfit you wore in life and everything else jobs and stuff were just the accessories. I even went through a phase when I was younger of designing my dream home and family with pictures from magazines. I bought dozens of cheap photo albums and filled them up with pictures of houses and husbands and children. They were all still under my bed.

But I wasnt stupid. I knew that before I could get married, I had to have a boyfriend. A real boyfriend. I modelled myself on the Alicia Silverstone character in Clueless: I didnt go out with schoolboys. Schoolboys were pimply and immature. They played air guitars and had food fights that made them gasp with laughter and disgusted everyone else. But having a rule about not going out with schoolboys meant I lost out. So far I hadnt really gone out with anyone.

Thats why I was pretty excited about Planet Hollywood. It was the kind of place where I might meet someone I could go out with. I knew from films that it was when you went somewhere you didnt usually go that your life could change. And I definitely wanted my life to change.

I threw my wet clothes over the radiator and put on the stereo. My mother was still recovering from the break-up of Genesis. She thought the music I liked should be played just below a whisper and several miles away. So since she wasnt there to complain, I put it on really loud. Mrs Mugurdy upstairs immediately started pounding on the ceiling, but, as per usual, I pretended I didnt hear her.

I was really looking forward to my bath. I wanted to have a long soak and shave my legs and stuff like that in peace and quiet. Which was something I couldnt do when the old bag was home. Shed be banging on the bathroom door all the time, shrieking at me to hurry up, didnt I know that other people needed to use the loo, too?

I put the kettle on and went to run the water. It took me a while to go through all my oil balls and bubbles, choosing just the right one for the occasion. Normally I used Raspberry Ripple from the Body Shop, but tonight was special. Like the kid in the Garbage song, I was going to turn every table I could get my hands on.

I wanted something grown-up and sexy, so if someone interesting was at Planet Hollywood, hed be sure to notice me. I finally decided on White Musk. I read that White Musk was Sharon Stones favourite. I reckoned if it was good enough for Sharon Stone, it was good enough for me.

The automatic switch on the kettle didnt work, of course, so it was nearly dry by the time I remembered that Id left it on.

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