When the clock strikes 3:00, and the final bell rings, I stop at the CVS pharmacy and buy a pack of four pregnancy tests.
"Can I come over to your house to take the tests?" I ask Delilah hopefully. "Mom and Dad are off work today, and they'll kill me if they catch me in the bathroom peeing on those damn sticks."
"Sure, whatever," Delilah replies, sighing.
"Thanks so much," I say with a sigh of relief. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
Del and I lock ourselves in the bathroom. I take all four tests. The results are positive.
"I'm pregnant," I murmur, bursting into tears.
"Oh, Al," Delilah says softly, bursting into tears too.
She hugs me sideways and I bury my face in her shirt, crying hysterically.
I thought Del would lecture me on getting myself pregnant and being so stupid for having unprotected sex, but she doesn't. Instead she just rubs my back and strokes my hair and whispers continuously, "It's okay, Allison, it's okay."
No frigging way it's okay!
My life is ruined, absolutely ruined!
I'm only sixteen years old! I'm too young to be a mom!
I sob for the rest of the afternoon. Then when it's thirty minutes past 5:00, I say goodbye to Delilah, and go home or my overprotective parents would flip the fuck out if I don't make it in time by dinner.
"Hi, sweetheart," Mom greets me with a kind smile when I walk into the kitchen. "How was school, hmm?"
"It was good," I say, holding back my tears.
"You look you've been crying. Are you okay, sweetheart?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just watching a sad movie with Delilah at her house." I lie without even thinking.
"Oh? What movie?"
"The Fault in Our Stars."
"Ah, I heard that's a sad movie."
"Yeah, it really is."
"Well, dinner is almost done, so will you set the table for me?" Mom asks.
"Sure thing, Mom," I reply obediently.
I set the dining room table, and ten minutes later, me and my entire family (Mom, Dad, and my twelve year old sister Isabelle) are sitting at the table, ready to eat our dinner.
All of us mutters our prayers then we dig into our pastas and salads.
Mmm. The salad tasted delicious!
Then all of a sudden, my stomach makes a weird twist, and I quickly excuse myself to throw up in the toilet in the main bathroom.
"Ew," I groan as I flush away the puke.
Okay, my stomach obviously doesn't take a liking towards pasta anymore...
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What's Done is Done
Teen FictionAllison Barry and Daniel Walker has been boyfriend-and-girlfriend for a year and a half. They decide to take the next step in their relationship; having sex. They then become sexually active. However the first time they have sex, they forgot to use...
