Down the hall.

Noriko stood looking at her figure in the mirror. There was no way she could hide this pregnancy from her mom, or the world for that matter, and she knew she had to announce it soon enough. Unlike her mother who only had one option, telling the truth, Noriko could lie and say she slept with a boy, or she could come clean and admit that she'd slept with her father, a fantasy in her personal diary come true. On one hand, she'd be pressured to name the boy, her mother would want child support for screwing over her daughter, especially as it ruined her daughter's sports scholarship, and there was no boy. But on the other hand, admitting it was John would open up a whole can of worms, not the least of which involved laws around ****, and statutory **** (even if she was 18, it still counted for another year or two in her case).

She was thankful that the morning sickness had been minimal, and she'd managed to keep the pregnancy hidden, at least for a few months. But this late into the summer, when everyone was wearing shorts and bikini tops, she'd be outed as soon as she stepped out of the house like that. But she couldn't hide in baggy clothes all summer, she would have to come clean soon enough, and the sooner she did, the easier it'd be to bullshit whatever answer she decided on.