positive

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•pos·i·tive•
with no possibility of doubt; clear and definite.
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Positive. That was the last word I saw before my life turned upside down.

"Shit." I breath and slide down against the wall.

"Shit!" This time I yell, tears welling up in my eyes. Standing up, I punch the wall as hard as I can.

"Ow." I whimper and rub my fist. Then I start laughing. Laughing at how hilarious this whole situation is. I mean, c'mon, can't you see it? Young girl impregnated at the age of 18. What's not funny about that?

All of the sudden my stomach turns, and I can feel my eyes widen as I whip around and throw up in the toilet.

"Bleck." I groan as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. This was not the surprise I was hoping to receive on my birthday. Yes, it's my birthday. The 21 of October to be exact. The same day my parents gave birth to me. Quite ironic really.

Oh shit. How the hell am I supposed to tell my parents about this. Just the thought about talking to my parents since our last 'family reunion' is enough to make me throw up. I can't even picture it.

'Hey mom, remember me, the daughter who shamed you in front of everyone? Yeah I'm pregnant. Yes, at the age of eighteen. Surprise!'

Ew. Just thinking about it makes me cringe. My parents won't ever talk to me again. Not that that's a bad thing really; talking to them makes me feel worse anyways.

All of the sudden my head feels dizzy. Me, being the genius I am, try to stand up. Immediately, my head spins like crazy and I black out, collapsing to the floor like the sack of potatoes that I am.

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Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

I slowly open my eyes and look around myself. I'm laying in the position of a starfish, and there's puke all around me. Confused, I try to stand up. My vision goes blurry and I sit back down. I'm a flash, I recall everything that happened the night before.

"Aliyyaaaaaa," A voice calls from outside my bathroom door, "Breakfast is ready."

"No. I'm...can't...not...school...done." I groan as I throw up, this time in the toilet and not all over myself.

"Aliya?" The voice is worried now, and I recall that it's Sofie, my roommate and best friend. She gets home late most nights because she's 'studying' at the library with her boyfriend Leo. At least that's what she says.

"Sofie I'm preg-" I get halfway through breaking the news to her but she breaks it first. By 'it', I mean the door. She literally broke down the fucking door.

"What the hell?" Sofie screams, "You're pregnant? Bitch, you better be lying cuz' I'm about to tear this whole house down."

"You already did." I interrupt while wearily pointing a finger at the broken bathroom door. The door looked like how I felt; barely holding on. The only difference was that it's a door and I'm a sack of potatoes.

Sofie breathes slowly, not looking at me or the door, but at herself in the mirror. Slowly, she turns her head towards me.

"Who's the father?" She asks calmly but she already knows, "Please tell me it's not-"

"It is." I cut her off and she sighs in exasperation.

"Sofie?" Sofie turns towards me with a look of concern plastered across her face, "What am I going to do?"

"Sweetie, we're going to need a plan."
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Aliyah is pregnant!😱

At least she has Sofie to take care of her. Let's just hope her plan is good.

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-hannalora