This story begins in May of 2000 when a seventeen year old girl decided to have intimate relations with boy.
Now, I am not aware of the complete details, but I will do my best to write this story accurately.
Like I said, it was May 5, of 2000, Teresa Johnson conceived two beautiful, innocent babies later known as Alex and Alexus.
"Tonya, I think that I'm pregnant." said Teresa nervously to her older sister.
"Why do you think that you're pregnant?" said Tonya with a look of worry in her eyes.
"I'm late."
"Well, that doesn't mean that you are pregnant Teresa."
"I mean that I'm three weeks late."
"Well, have you taken a test yet?"
"Not yet." Teresa said while lowering her head to the floor.
"I have a couple in my bathroom. I'll get you one."
Teresa's POV
How can this be happening to me? I'm only seventeen. I'm not ready to have a baby.
Right about then Tonya came out with a pregnancy test.
"Tonya."
"Yes Teresa."
"Will you please come with me? I'm so scared." I started bawling my eyes out. I can't be a mother. Not now.
"Of course"
Tonya and I both went into the bathroom.
I opened the pregnancy test and I used it as instructed.
Those were the longest three minutes of my life. It's like time stood still.
But then when I looked at the results, I fell onto the floor and began to cry once again.
The test was positive...
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My Story
Non-FictionThis is a story about a family that was ripped apart by a young girl who made some irresponsible decisions.