That night, I get on the computer and look up pregnancy symptons at week six. What I get doesn't make me very happy. It says more morning sickness and mood swings. Nether of those is something I really want.
I spend the rest of the week freaking out at the most minor things. I try tohide my emotions, but I don't do very good. I also threw up twice in the past week. One of those times wasn'teven in the morning. For all intensive purposes, I am glad it is Saturday. I haven't been able to scrap book all weeklong because I have been so emotional. My scrap book is almost full. That is very unusual. I had my first one in DC filled up sooner than this, but I had lots of friends there.
I am starting to show a little more each day. The funny thing is, the computer says I shouldn't be showing at all yet. I decide to finally go to the doctors. I dacide to go to the walk in clinic next Saturday.
I spend Sunday at the park laughing and crying for no reason what so ever. It is a good thing that I am the only high schooler that lives around here.
At about two, I walk back home. Driving is fun, but I prefer to walk to places that are near bye. When I get home, I get on my lap top and play on the computer for a little while. Then, I decide to look up week seven symptoms. It is basicly the same as week six, only now it says that I will be going pee more often. What type of symptom is that?
School the next day was boring. We did walk and talk in PE which is a thing where you walk in a circle and talk toyour friends, and we learn lab safety rules in Chemistry. I finally talked to Chris last week. I now consider him myfriend, too.
Also, I got a solo in the musical. First practice is after school next Monday. After school, I go to the beach. I had brought my lap top with me to school. I sit on the sand and pull it out of my back pack. Then, I video chat with Dad.
We don't talk for very long. I tell him I have to go so can do my homework, but really it is becauseI fell a mood swing coming on. I shut my lap top and start to cry.
When I finally quit crying, I video chat with Mike. He seems happy to see me. He is with some of his friends. They try to join our conversation. They mess around with me and make fun of me. Mike tells them to stop, but I say that I don't mind.
I talk to him for a little bit, then I pack up my lap top and go home. It is about six when I get home. I make me some dinner, and then I start on my homework.
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Trying To Hide the Obvious
Teen FictionA story about a pregnant teen trying to hide what will eventually end up being obvious.