Kids Having Kids? (Teen Pregnancy)

(I'd like to thank and give credit to RunsWithFlyingCookies for making the cover! fyi: yes, this is a short story but it will have a bunch of short chapters. I  might do a sequel but I'm still trying to decide.)

Chapter 1: Good Morning Sunshine

I wake up screaming.

My throat burns.

I have sweat dripping off my forehead.

My legs feel sore.

When I finally decide to do something about my throat, I sit up on my bed. I look in the mirror. "Mackenzie Cornwall you look like shit," I whisper to myself. My eyes are bloodshot, my hair is wet with sweat, and my face is puffy like I had been crying.

I walk out to the kitchen and get a glass of iced tea. The clock on the microwave says that it's almost 5 a.m. Soon, my parents and my sister would wake up and I would have a lot of explaining to do. Why would I deal with that when I can avoid it?

I walk to the bathroom and peel my sweaty clothes off myself. Today's a hot shower day. Examining myself in the mirror, I realize that the puffiness in my face has gone down but I'm still super sweaty which grosses me out. I get in the shower.

I took a 15 minute shower which is pretty much a record for me. I wrap a towel around my slim, tan body. I look in the mirror again and notice I look more like myself.

Towel drying my long brown hair takes forever. Plus it makes my hair curlier than it already is. So I decide to blow dry and straighten it. This takes a little over an hour for me. My hair almost reaches my butt so I decide I should probably get it cut soon. Not today. I don't know why not today but I'll get it cut some other time. Today's the first official day of summer for me.

Why do I feel like this summer is going to be different?

I'm going to be a junior in high school next year. I guess that's cool. My little sister is going to be a freshman. That's not so cool. She'll be at the same school as me which I am not looking forward to.

I put on a sports bra and some yoga pants. My iPod is all charged up and ready to go. Time for a run. There's some party tonight that "everyone's" going to. Not me. The first party in the summer is always the first one to get busted. I know that now.

I walk out my front door as I hear my mom start to get up. "I cut that way too close," I think to myself.