I looked down at my stomach. It was round. I smiled. "Hannah,(a/n:I never gave her name so here) are you ready?" My mother asks. "Almost!" I tell her, then slip on my hoodie. I walk out and go downstairs to find my family and friends waiting. "Hannah!" My best friend, Mandy, said. "Mandy!" I respond. To the party started and then we ate cake. Then it was present time. I opened my dad's gift first. It was a new hoodie. "Thank you!" I exclaimed. I opened Mandy's and it was a photo album of us. I teared up. "Thank you so much!" I hugged her. I opened all my gifts, then I got to my mom's. I opened it and it was a baby onsie with a matching one in my size. "Why would your mom get you something for a baby?" Mandy asked. "I'm pregnant." I told my friends and family. I inhaled and held it, waiting for someone to say something. Anything. Even an insult. It was deathly silent. Please don't hate me. Please don't kick me out. Please don't disown me. Please don't stop being my friend. I felt tears form in my eyes as seconds grew into minutes that grew into hours that grew into days that grew into weeks that grew into months that grew into years. Or that's what it felt like.
