Meet Rose Johnson, she is a normal 17 year old girl. She lives with her mom, dad and her 10 year old little sister.
Rose has friends but she doesn't go to a very good school, South Shore. In her school its full with drama, drugs, sex and thugs. She...
I can't believe it. How did this happen. And how am I going to tell Christopher, what if he leaves me and I have to take care of the baby all by myself.
Would he do that?
Nah, he loves me.
I told Shane the news and she was excited. She was jumping up and down looking mad retarded. After that we went to popeyes. I order some fries chicken and a biscuits with a sprite. Then after that we went to my house and just chilled.
My phone started to ring. It was Christopher.
"Hi beautiful," I said into the phone. He started laughing.
"Hi handsome," he replied.
"What you doing?" He asked I look at the tv screen.
"Watching a movie, you?" I asked him.
"Oh nothing I'm just going home from work." I nodded, damn I'm stupid he can't even see me.
"Oh okay. Can I come over? I wanna see you." I told him.
"Yeah." He answered.
"Okay. See you in a bit" I said. He said okay.
"Yo, we out" I told shane she looked up.
"To where?" She asked.
"Chris crib. Your boyfriend over there." She got up and ran upstairs. I followed her. I put on some black jeans, black crop top with some huraches.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I put my hair into a ponytail and we were out. Shane drove to the house. I waited for him to open the door.
He had on some basketball shorts and a white wife beater.
"You look nice." He said to me. I smiled.
"Thank you." We sat on the couch. I wanna tell him but I don't at the same time. He was laying on the couch and I was sitting up.
"Yo you gonna tell Christopher about the baby?" Said came into the living room. Christopher got up so quick.
"Oh shit" Shane said. Oh my god. She ran back upstairs.
"What baby?" Christopher ask. I looked down. I reached into my bag and got the paper. I handed it to him.
"This is yours?" He asked. I nodded. I couldn't read his face. I don't know if it's good or bad news.
"Say something," I told him. He got up and went upstairs. Leaving the paper on the couch. I felt my heart drop to my stomach. My eyes started to get watery. What just happened?
