LIFE

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Summer was coming to an end and she still hadn't figured out what to do about the life growing inside her. Her boyfriend was a sweet guy who had no idea how to take care of children, but he also had a slight issue with drugs. It bothered her some days, but mostly she ignored his habbits. Her name wasn't actually known to anyone, but her friends called her Max.  She was a girl who figured she was here to do her time and then die an exciting death. It occured to her that if she were to have a child she wouldn't be able to die an exciting death, and her life migh infact end quite boringly. She had convinced herself at a young age that she didn't really love anyone, and most people assumed this was because her father had left when she was little. But really Max felt this way because her mother had neglected her almost her entire life. Not that this upset her at all, it actually suited her quite well, as she didn't feel need to follow the rules very often. She thought of this and her mother as she placed a hand over her slightly swollen stomach. Her boyfriend, who's name was Charlie, knew she was pregnant, but didn't really have much to say about it. He told her to do whatever with the baby, and that if she decided to keep it he would help out as much as he could. She highly doubted that he would actually do anything to help her. He'd most likely sit around all day and smoke jokes with his loser friends, and though most days she found him a complete ass, she also realized she loved him. Which for some reason caused her to be annoyed with herself. She didn't like caring about him as much as she did, he wasn't meant to be someone special, she considered him only someone to go to parties with and makeout with behind the school inbetween classes. But she supposed there was nothing she could do about her feelings for him, so she let it go and continued thinking about the child inside her.