Chapter 1:
Oh. My. Gosh. I thought to my self. This could not be happening right now, it can't be. I looked into the mirror of the bathroom, I looked terrified and that's exactly what I felt like. I'm worried, terrified, and shocked. I looked back down at the stick, the + sign looking right at me. What am I going to tell my parents? My friends? Josh? All of a sudden I felt sick to my stomach, I ran to the toilet and threw up. Tears were now running down my cheeks, I'm only 17, I can't believe this happened.
"Knock, knock" I heard on the door, followed by a voice, " Cindy? Are you ok in there?" My mom asked worriedly. "Shoot" I thought, what am I going to tell her? I stood up and wiped away the tears that were running down my cheeks. "Yeah mom I'm fine" I said, but the truth is I'm not fine, I was a mess. "Are you sure? I heard you throwing up in there." My mom spoke once again. "Uh yeah, I just ate something bad" I lied. "Oh okay, if you need anything just let me know." My mom said. "Okay I will, thanks." I told her
My mom walked away and once the footsteps were gone, I washed my face and washed my mouth with mouth wash. I took the test, wrapped it in toilet paper and put it into my pocket. I crushed the box and wrapped it in toilet paper, just in case my parents find it, and then I threw it into the trash. Finally I exited the bathroom and went strait to my room. "Where should I hide this thing" I thought as I looked around my room. After about 10 minutes of debating where I should hide the test, I finally decided to hide it in one of my old boots , that I barley wear anymore, were it was hiding in the back of my closet. I quickly shoved it inside the boot and made sure it wasn't noticeable.
"Cindy! Dinners ready!" My mom called out from down stairs. "Okay! I'll be down in a minute!" I called back to my mom. I made sure that the test was hidden before I stared to make way down out of my room, down the stairs, and into the dining room. I sat down next to my older sister Jessica. She is 22 right now and is still in college. My mom works as a veterinarian and my dad works as a lawyer. My mom put out the food on the table and we all began to eat. "So Cindy how's it going with Josh so far" My dad asked me. I almost choked on my pasta at the mention of his name. "Um, were doing alight." I lied worriedly once again. If anything this situation was way less than alright, it was terrible. "That's good" My dad said smiling. I forced a smile onto my face, so that they wouldn't suspect anything that was going on. They can't know. Not yet, they would kill me! "So, how's college going Jessica?" I asked my sister, changing the subject. "It's going great actually! I'm learning a lot so far from my cooking classes and my professor said that I'm doing a great job with my cooking so far!" "Wow, nice job sweetie!" My mom said smiling proudly at my sister. The rest of dinner was just filled with random small talk.
After dinner I went back up to my room and started to get ready for bed. The weekend was now over and tomorrow is gonna be another day at Johnson High School. I took a shower and got into my pajamas and put my hair into a pony tail. I finally got into my bed and started browsing through my phone for a bit until I was getting tired. I put my phone onto my nightstand and turned off my light and I just lied their in bed thinking about how my life is going to change. Will I be able to still go to college? Would I have to get a job? Will my parents kick me out? What will people at school say? Will I be able to finish high school? Will Josh leave me or will he stay with me? We have only been dating for a little over 3 months now. Do I keep the baby or give it up for adoption? What will my sister think? All these questions and thoughts were flowing through my mind until I fell into a deep slumber.
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-A/N:
Ok guys! Here is another story I'm writing. I hope u guys like it! Like, comment and vote if u want :-) Thanks to those of you who are reading this!~ Sam 😘
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Short StoryOh. My. Gosh. I thought to my self. This could not be happening right now, it can't be. I looked into the mirror of the bathroom, I looked terrified and that's exactly what I felt like. I'm worried, terrified, and shocked. I looked back down at the...