House of the Unwanted Pregnant teens

Chapter 1 - Sara

Sara

I looked at myself in the mirror, my golden hair down my side in a long braid, perfectly arched eyebrows, artfully long eyelashes, even toned lipstick in a natural colour to die for. All the right clothes for my body type, smart,artistic, kind. I seem perfect don't I? I have many imperfections. The small baby bump on my abdomen. My parent's relationship with me. My longing to get away from every problem. My 'friends'. In reality, I have no one. My parents are to involved with work to be with me. All my beloved grandparents are dead. I have no aunts or uncles that I know of, no siblings. All my friends are only friends with me because they think I'll make them popular. Yeah right, I'll probably drag their rep down lower now I'm pregnant and they'll become the top bitches in the hate parade directed at me. Oh the joys of high school.

I began packing a suit case of all my things just in case they threw me out when I tell them. I wouldn't be surprised; they needed a trophy daughter, not a pregnant teenager that everybody judges. I went over it like a list in my head, mostly to stop myself from crying.

T-shirts, skirts, dresses, jeans, shorts, chinos, tank tops, jackets, hoodies

Tears brewed in my eyes.

Hair bands, bracelets, shoes, my teddy bear, I pod, glee DVD's

All my favourite things, my clothes, my belongings, my life were disappearing into that suitcase.

kindle, music books, fiction books, all the money in my bank account, nail kit, laptop

I was just kidding myself. Of course they were going to kick me out. They were heartless.

my feelings, my heart, my confidence, my options.

I don't believe in abortion, but I know I'll never be able to give up my kid. I'd try to be the best mother I could, be every thing my mother wasn't. I numbly lugged my suit case down the four flights of stairs, mentally saying goodbye to every object and every good memory I ever made here. There were many objects, but not so many good memories. I placed it at the front door, just in case they told me i couldn't pack anything. Again, it wouldn't surprise me.

"Mom, Dad! I need to talk to you!" i yelled.

"What is it honey!" she said, flustered as she walked into the den, my Dad close behind her.

"I - I- I'm -!" i stuttered.

"Oh spit it out Sara!" my dad said, looking at his watch.

"Pregnant."

His gaze snapped up to meet mine, anger and disbelief dominating his expression. I knew his discsion immediately. "Get ou-!"

I interrupted him sourly, "Don't worry, i'll try not to disease your reputation on my way out."

I ran to the door, grabbed my suit case then opened the door, turned back for a moment then whispered, "I truly never had any faith in you," then left, walking into the torrential rain. And i didn't look back again.

I walked along the street, completely soaked, tears and mascara running down my face. I gained odd looks from passers by, but I didnt care; i had no reputation to keep up with anymore now, did I?

I ran in to the nearest Starbucks, and ordered a mocha caramel whip (or whatever it's called, i'm not exactly in my right mind right now) then sat in the back at a well hidden booth. i grabbed a penny saver from an empty table nearby and attempted to drown my sorrows in coffee and the latest Brad Pitt story. Flipping through the pages, i came across an add that really caught my attention.

Juniper House

Juniper house is a home that takes in pregnant teenagers that have nowhere to go. Ages from 14 - 19. It is a hospital as well that will provide ultrasounds, pain releif during birth and labour (midwifery) and help with the after care of the baby(ies). Call 773 - 674 - 7624 for more information.

I took my phone out and dialed the number.

"Hello, Juniper house, how may we assist you?" said the lady over the phone. Maybe i would get through the next nine months.

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hey! BTW that phone number is fake okay! bye

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