Cloudy With a Chance Of Bullsh*t

Chapter One

There were many things that people don't know about me.

One; what my bedroom looks like. Only one person other than my parents been in my room, and that was my friend from preschool.

Two; that I wasn't a virgin.

So when I called up Wendy, telling her to not only come to my house, but help herself into my room with five pregnancy tests, it was a shock to the whole wide world.

I had forged being sick for two weeks now. Two weeks past my period due date. And right now, the twelfth of September, it's been four weeks since I lost my virginity.

To Nathaniel.

"I'll be there in a minute," she told me, "do you know what brand to buy?"

"No."

"Are you sure you've missed your period?"

"Yes."

It was those two simple words, antonyms to each other, that had destroyed my world.

And those two seven worded questions, had ended my life.

***

"Do you know how to use it?"

"I just pee on it?"

"I think so," she gave me a pat on the back. "Good luck."

I took a big, deep breath and thanked her. She knew I was going to need it.

And when I came out, holding the five sticks in a cheap grey chemist bag, she looked at me.

"Do you wanna look?"

"No."

"You want me too?"

"Yes."

And so she did. She took the bag from my clenched hands, it making a loud noise as she did so, and looked at them. Then frowned, smiled, and frowned again, a tear in her eye.

"4 positive, one negative."

"Fuck."

"Fuck indeed."

***

I had to go to school tomorrow. Not only had I promised Wendy I would, but mum was onto me.

"You've been acting strange," she said putting a hand to my head. "Are you sure you're okay to go to school?"

After lying in my bed for hours and agreeing that life was shit, she went home. I promised her I would be at school the next day, she promised me that she would walk by my side.

But I don't remember mum promising to be compassionate.

"Yes," I groaned, "I'll miss the bus if you don't let me go!"

"Okay Hun. Take care!" She yelled and gave me my organic lunchbox filled with organic food. At least the baby would be healthy.

It felt weird, thinking about a baby. There was something inside of me, and I'm not sure if it's a good something or a bad something.

I met her on the bus. She promised to sit up the back with me. I made sure that she was there before charging full speed ahead, my head facing down and hidden in my green parka.

It was actually a lovely day. Winter was due, so it was cold, cloudy and the sky showed chances of rain and snow. I love it. The birds were out. It was just lovely.

But I couldn't enjoy it.

"Morning sunshine," Wendy grimaced. She wasn't a morning person, so she had a coffee in her hand. Caramel latte, double shot of expresso. She called it a wake up call, where as I called it artificial energy.

I just took my seat next to her. She understood. I was not in a talking mood.

And I wasn't the whole bus ride. Every time someone got on, I felt as if they were watching me. Judging me. Then if they made eye contact with me I could hide in the safety of my parka.

My mood didn't change the whole day. Whenever we say Nathaniel, Wendy would nudge me and whisper, "You're gonna have to tell him one day."

And I would whisper back, "Yes, but not one day soon."