I stared at the stick that held that unforgiving pink plus sign. Why did life have to be like this? You do one thing, it’s fun, but the consequences suck! Oh, and you couldn’t go back in time to change it. Ugh, what’d I tell you, Lisel, dating Chase was a mistake. Now you’re pregnant, and in about 5 months you’d be an outcast, also. You’re parents will never trust you again, and I won’t be able to do anything that doesn’t involve poop, ever again. But at least you still have Chase. Wait! what are you saying? You’re pregnant, there’s nothing good about this. Oh, my god. Humph…I’m dead. What am I gonna do?
“Hey, Lisel, are you done in there?”, called out Michelle. “Hurry up, we’re gonna be late for math!”
Ugh. Michelle didn’t realize that I had other things on my mind, other than Calculus. I stuffed the stick in my backpack, and pushed out of the stall, washed my hands, and went to meet my impatient, naive friend.
“Dude, what took you so long?” Demanded Michelle.
“I’m Pregnant.” I quietly blurted out.