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Saturdays were always the best. This meant no school, and much more time for Gemma to spend with her baby girls. Mostly, she just stayed inside and played with her babies, Robin And Zooey, because she didn't like the stares most people gave her when she was outside. Most people sent her dirty looks, whenever she was out with her twin daughters. She knew why. It wasn't everyday a seventeen year old walked around with two, identical, twin daughters.

Robin though, who already knew to say a couple of words, had asked of her mother to go play on the playground today. Well, she hadn't actually asked of her but she had gone all day yelling "pwaywound, pwaywound!" and Gemma could take a hint. Plus, she knew her daughter well enough to know that she loved playing outside. Robin, especially, loved playing with other children.. And what was a better place to do that than on the playground?

So, despite her mothers protest, Gemma had taken the car and driven off to the park, where she would be playing with her two daughters. Sitting in the sandbox, she watched her two girls playing around in the sand, a smile on her slender face. She would interfere, they were having so much fun, and so the only thing she did was watch them. She was having just as much fun as her daughters, though she was only watching. It was fun watching them.. You would never truly understand until you had kids of your own. She'd just wish she wouldn't have to do this alone..

"Oh no, Robin, don't eat sand!" She called out, and pulled the oldest of the twins over to her. Though they were identical, she knew which one was which. Robin had a birth mark on her neck, and Zooey didn't. She pulled her up on her lap, as she scolded her "Sand isn't food, don't go around eating it," She brushed her hands clean from the sand, and then her face.

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After brushing the sand off of little Robins face and hands, Gemma placed her back in the sandbow. She grabbed her hands and helped her to stand - the little one could already walk, and even talk a few words, but she was having trouble walking in the sand. It was difficult to drag your feet in the sand, especially when you had to hold up a body that was too heavy for you tiny feet. Gemma smiled and helped Robin move around a little, making it look like she danced "Robbie, are we dancing?" She asked, picking the baby up and twirling around, with her held closely to her chest. Robin was laughing, giggling insanely. She was enjoying this, and it made Gemma so happy to see her having so much fun "Are you having fun, baby?" She asked, chuckling along with the oldest of the identical twins.

While she was dancing with Robin, she didn't notice Zooey crawling out of the sandbox and starting to walk around. The little girl, almost a whole year old, was running around. A boy, sitting with a baby, caught her attention and she came running to them. She stared curiously up at Troy, putting her finger in her mouth. A bright smile was plastered on her tiny lips, as she tried to glimb up on the bench to sit beside him and the baby. Meanwhile, Gemma was just about to put Robin down again, when she noticed Zooey was gone.

"Oh my god, Zooey!" A panicky Gemma called out, almost loud enough for the whole park to hear. Okay, maybe not, but it was loud. Both Zooey and Robin were frightened by their mothers yell, and Zooey, who was now sitting beside Troy and stroking the baby's head, looked up as she heard her mothers fightened call "Ma.. Ma" She called out, loud enough for Gemma to hear. Grabbing Robin, she literally jumped over to the bench where the three were sitting. Placing Robin on the bench, she picked Zooey up and squeezed her tightly "Don't run away like that! Geeze, Zooey, you scared the crap outta me!" She said, pulling away to look at her daughter "You gave me a heart attack!" The girl apologized, by stroking her mothers cheek. Gemma sighed "What am I going to do with you," She muttered, putting her down on the ground again.

She sat down next to Troy on the bench "Go play with your sister, but stay in the sandbox, you hear me?!" The two identical twin girls ran away, to play in the sandbox, and Gemma sighed. Turning her head, she eyed the guy sitting next to her, and then the baby "Oh, she's so beautiful!" She cried out, looking smiling up at Troy "Is she yours?" She asked, her eyes sparkling. She was only seventeen, yes, but ever since she had given birth to Zooey and Robin she had come to love kids so much.

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"Careful!" The young teenager called out to her daughters, furrowing her eyebrows, worried. Ugh, she hated when they ran off like that.. Zooey was so clumsy, she fell so easily. Robin played rather roughly, it was clear that she was the, so called, 'tomboy' between them. When the two girls played with each other, Zooey always seemed to get hurt somehow. It was insane to watch. Sometimes Robin would punch her, and you would be able to hear it in the whole house. She was a strong girl, Gemma felt rather bad for Zooey. It was never on purpose though, Robin didn't know her strength yet.. She would learn with time.

Turning to the guy, she smiled and stroked the baby's head "Oh, well she's still very beautiful.." She chuckled, drawing her hand back again as he introduced himself. Troy Bolton. Mr. Bolton?! He was a teacher at her school; "Oh, Mr. Bolton!.. I didn't recognize you!" She blinked a few times and bit down her lower lip "I'm rather new.. Well.. I moved away about a year ago and returned just a few weeks ago.. You're a teacher at East High, right?" She smiled, looking at him for a moment. Hmm.. He was young, very young, if she might say.

When she realized that she hadn't introduced herself, she blushed "I'm sorry, how rude of me.. I'm Gemma.. Gemma Morgan," She pointed at her girls, who were sitting in the sandbox "Those are my beauties.. Anothe tragic teenage-pregnancy drama.. Which I am not going to talk about with my teacher, I guess" She chuckled, awkwardly, as she brainstormed on what to say next. What did you say to your teacher? "Lovely day outside, isn't it?" She asked, d**ning herself to hell. Was she stupid?! - lovely day outside, lame..