Little Angel

Chapter 3- Pregnant Or Not Pregnant Sunday April 13 2014

It never blew over. In fact, I continued to vomit. I stayed home for the next few weeks suffering from this 'stomach bug'. I felt super tired and cranky all this week. I've also been making frequent trips to the bathroom. I kind of thought I may have been pmsing for a day, but I was SO wrong. If I have been pmsing, I wouldn't be THIS bad. Plus if I haven't gotten my period yet. It's been two weeks past the regular time of the months. While it's normal for girls to have irregular periods or to have late periods, my menstrual cycle have always come on time since I was ten years old. So this led me to the next possible conclusion; I may be pregnant.

Call me crazy, but it could be possible that all of this is linked to what happened between me and Derek four weeks ago. I mean we haven't worn anything to protect ourselves or anything. Our reasoning for it was so stupid. We're really close together; we should have known something was bound to happen. And now apparently, I have to pay the price.

I sighed as I entered my local CVS Pharmacy going straight to the designated aisle. I sighed again as I stared at the number of test boxes and brands. I can't believe it actually led me to here. I mean before I would stare at these boxes, thinking that I wouldn't need it. But now, I think I do.

"Do you need anything, hun?" A store clerk asked.

"No, no. I'm fine." I said.

"Okay. Let me know if you need anything." She said.

"Will do." I told her as she walked away.

I turned back to the dreaded products.

"Come on, Mel. It's just one test. It's not going to hurt you, if you took it just once." I mentally told myself.

I groaned as I felt like there's no other way to go about this. It's either I'm pregnant or I'm really sick. And I think I rather be pregnant than the other option.

I brush my hair back as I grabbed a First Response Box and left the aisle. I walked to the food aisle of the store, where I got a box of doubled-stuffed Oreo cookies and a water bottle. I know sugar isn't healthy for my body, or the fetus that may be inside of me, but it does help ease my mind a bit. And it's healthy for my soul.

I felt people stare at me as I got in line to purchase my stuff. I know what they're probably thinking,

"Another teenage buying a pregnancy test?"

"Children shouldn't have children."

"She should have kept her legs closed."

Yeah, well, who are they judge? Everyone's life has a story and I guess this is mine.

"That's all?" The lady behind the cash register said, with a judgmental look on her face.

I nodded my head, She sighed as she registered the stuff on the monitor.

"That would be ten dollars and eighty-eight cents." She said.

I gave her a twenty. She put it in the cash register and gave me back my change.

"There you go. Have a nice day." She said, giving me my receipt.

I smiled and left.

"Idiot." I heard the lady said as I walked away.

"I heard that." I said.

I climbed inside my baby blue convertible bug car. I turned on the ignition, backed out of the parking lot, and to the exit.

I put down my top as I wait to turn to the right. Here we go.

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