Dear Readers,
Hello, I absolutely love pregnancy and things like that. My favorite has always been teen pregnancy and I just don't know why. But I have many of them on here and have decided to make another. Just know this is fiction. Charchters, settings, and events aren't real. Please don't steal my work as I have worked really hard to write this. I started this book way in the beginning just never finished it so excuse the mistakes, for now. And we'll that it, thanks and Enjoy
-Author
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There's always a possibility of getting pregnant every time I get in the bed with a boy. But for some reason that didn't stop us. Carrie and Libby wants to share there story of being a teen mom.
Carrie-My twenty four year old boyfriend left me to take care of my baby alone and my mom kicked me out.
Book One: You And I
Carries StoryI took a test yestereday and it came up positive. I have the flu. No, I'm just kidding. I might actually be pregnant and this is going to be the hardest thing I will do in my life. He's freaking ten years older than me. That's freaking nasty.
Hello, my name is Carrie A. Carleton. I'm fifteen years old and I live in Chicago, the west side of it to be exact, basically the ghetto. I am dating a guy who is twenty four years old and is fine as hell. Excuse my language through my whole story because well it's hard to stop being a potty mouth. I be slipping in the front of my mom. But I did take a test yesterday and found out I was pregnant.
I sat down on the bed and looked over at Johnny. He was leaning against the bed looking at me. I sat there nervously as I starred at him.
"What?" He asked.
"I have something to tell you." I answered as I slipped my nail in my mouth.
He fixed himself on the bed, "What's that?"
"I might be pregnant." I spoke.
"What do you mean?" He questioned.
"We might of made new life." I answered. He starred at me, unable to make words.
"You didn't take the test?" He questioned. I shook my head and looked down at my nails, "Why?"
"Cause, I didn't want to check." I whispered, a tear escaping my eye.
"Don't cry, I just want to make sure. This can literally change everything." He replied.
"I know." I responded. He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him. I laid my head on his chest and looked at the television.
"I have a test under the sink." He siad.
I got out of the bed and walked into the bathroom. After taking the test I sat in Johnnys lap and starred down at it. For three minutes I starred at the test and watched as the little plus sign came up in the little stick. I bursted into tears before I could tell Johnny the results.
"Calm down, We can do this." He encouraged. I slowly nodded as I cried and he took me in his arms.
I ended up falling asleep in his arms. The next morning I could really feel the new pregnancy as all of my food from last night and this morning came up and fell into the schools toilet. Before it was just the smell of food from miles away, constipation and no period. But this one is worse. I can't even hide the fact that this is happening.
I flushed the toilet once again. I sat down for a minute before getting up and walking out of the stall. I washed my hands and walked out and to class.
This is going to be my life. That sucks.
Thank you for reading. More to come and stuff like that. Enjoy.....
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