positive

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never ending or changing.
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Life didn't seemed to have changed for that next week. I mean, I threw up most mornings before school, but I had Sofie to hold my hair back for me.

Job-wise, I was slacking. I still hadn't applied for any jobs yet because I just didn't know what to do.

On Friday, I woke up at two in the morning. My eyes widened in fear of throwing up, but I quickly realize that I don't feel sick. I rolled over and try to fall back to sleep, but I just couldn't make myself. I was too tired to block out thoughts about the pregnancy, and that's exactly where my thoughts led.

A baby. A real life baby is growing inside of me. It's too much. I will never be a good mom. I mean, in a couple of years when I'm settled down and married, that would be great. But at 18? Sofie and I haven't talked about it yet, but I know I have to tell mom and dad. When the baby is born, I won't be able to go to Oregon State anymore, and since mom and dad pay my college tuition, there's no way around them not knowing.

And then there's Logan. Just thinking about him makes me want to throw up. I hate him so much. Who the hell runs out on someone who tells you they're pregnant with your baby?

*Flashback*

Logan trailed kisses down my neck, and I groan in pleasure. His soft blonde hair brushes against my nose, making me feel the need to sneeze, but I held it back, not wanting to ruin the moment.

He picks me up and carries me into his room. Now that I think about it, we were too into the moment that we forgot to use protection. That explains a lot.

Logan throws me onto his bed and starts kissing me aggressively. As fast as I can, I take my shirt off while he rips off his pants.

*Flashback Ends*

Ew why did I do that? Thinking back on it, I can't believe I would sleep with someone so shallow.

Slowly I drifted back to sleep, hoping that everything would go back to the way things used to be when I woke up.
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"ALIYAH WELLS GET YO ASS OUTTA BED GIRL OR WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!" Sofie screamed maniacally while pounding on my door like a wild banshee.

Just kidding.

Sofie lightly tapped on my head, "Wake up! We have school!"

"Ugh I don't want to go." Even though I don't want to, I get out of bed, complaining loudly about how unfair this situation was. I throw on the black plaid flannel, black leggings, and black converse that I laid out for myself last night. Slowly, I apply make up and put my hair up in a messy bun. Breakfast is already made for me courtesy to Sofie because she and I both know that I can't cook.

"School, school, school, school, school," Sofie muttered as she bustles frantically around the kitchen, making breakfast at the same time that she's checking her make up in a mirror. Somehow this girl manages to get straight A's, take care of me, have a super-committed-relationship, and still look great 24/7. Why can't I be like that?

I went through my usual morning routine after eating breaktfast: I put in my contacts, brushed my teeth, packed my backpack, and then I headed out the door.

Sofie and I have been walking to college lately. We live really close and apparently it's good to exercise while you're pregnant.

At school, Sofie and I pushed open the doors to our first class. Math. My favorite. Note the sarcasm. As soon as we walked in, Sofie skipped over to her boyfriend Leo and I sulked over into my seat.

"I don't want to be here." I complained loudly while Leo and Sofie kissed. They ignored me. Typical.

Math droned on and on, and by the end of the day, I have learned so much. Did you know that if you fake a yawn that you will actually yawn? I didn't either.

My stomach is starting to get more noticeably pregnant. No one asked me yet, but I expected some remarks by next week.

I sigh as I walk to my next class, going through the same perpetual motions that I went through yesterday. And the day before that. And the day before that. And the day before- I think you get the point.

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After school, Sofie, Leo, and I met up at Dutch Bros. As soon as we got in line, Sofie realized that she left her phone in her car so she had to run back. She has separation anxiety when it comes to her phone.

Leo turned to me awkwardly with his hands in his pockets. "Sofie told me about everything."

"Oh?" I pronounced it as a question, meeting his eyes to beckon him to go on.

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm here for you Aliyah. If you ever need help, you can always give me a call."

"I have Sofie so I'm probably fine, but I'll keep that in mind. Thanks." I grin at him and Sofie bounds over, her brown curls bobbing up and down.

"Hey sweetie I missed you." Leo says while pecking Sofie on the cheek.

"She was gone for thirty seconds." I mumble sarcastically while looking away.

Sofie laughs at my comment, "You're just jealous that I have someone who misses me."

"Whatever." I rolled my eyes, knowing that she had me there.

Sofie leaned over and pecked my cheek, "There, now are ya happy?"

I smirked at Leo and he almost looked jealous, making me burst into laughter. Sofie joined in when she realized why I was laughing. Sofie hugged Leo and kissed him for a solid ten seconds on the lips. When they separated, Leo smirked at me as if to prove a point. 

We all ordered Unicorn rebels and marched back to the car happily chugging our drinks.

After dropping Leo off, Sofie and I head back to the house. I finish my homework and go to bed.

Then I wake up the next morning and repeat the whole process again.

That's what I thought life was going to be like until I started going into labor. No changes, just the same repetitive process over and over.

Or so I thought.

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Dramatic much?

Sorry I didn't go into much detail and stuff in this chapter :/. I'm focusing more on where the story is going next and not worrying about the details as much.

Anyways, thanks for reading!

-hannalora