crying mama

knowing sharmane

"Sharmane Evans!" the nurse shouted out.

My vision was blurred and my stomach was aching. I felt so irritated. I walked up to the desk. It felt like my 11's were eating my feet. Damn, my feet are swole as fuck. I had My purse on my left shoulder, right hand rubbing my stomach. Right now all I wanted was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with pickles in it. I always had thoughts of food, but not a nasty ass combination like this one.

The nurse brought me to a room for examination. It had a wall full of little Spongebobs, and needles. If this wallpaper was post to be comforting, they did not succeed. I thought in my head. The nurse walked in with a bright smile. She had white shiny teeth, with big soft lips. Her figure gave me the image of a coke bottle. She had long black curly hair with light brown at the ends. she had the face of a goddess.

"sharmane, what is your birth date?"

I looked up with a delighted face.

"09-16-99."

The nurse changed her smile to a frown. she looked at me up and down.

"Sharmane, you are fourteen. Is that correct?"

"Yes ma'am"

I already knew she was judging me from the start. Knowing that im a fourteen year old at the hospital for a pregnancy test. My thought right now is to get up and stab this bitch with a needle, but im better than that.

The nurse walked out of the room. My mom gripped my hand, and sighed.

"Baby don't let anything bring you down. Only thing that matters is that im always going to be here for you. Thick and thin, Rain or shine."

"Thank you mama, but I dont think this is something that I can just not let bother me. No one will talk to me after this. What if I am pregnant? Ryan might leave me, and all my friends at school will look at me different."

I slouched into my chair and started thinking hard about my future.

The nurse came back to the room with a brown baggy.

"Sharmane. I need you to pee in this cup for me. I will take your fluids to your doctor and we will give you your results."

I took the cup, went to the restroom and popped a squat.

30 minutes later the nurse entered the room with a stack of papers. She ripped the staple off of them and started to sort them. She glanced at the last paper and turned around in her chair. She handed me the paper.

"Sharmane,baby girl your 3 weeks pregnant."

I gazed at the paper. Tears started to run down my face. I could taste the salt like water when it hit my lips. I wanted to say something , but all I did was choke. My mind was going crazy. How am going to tell Ryan? How will he React? How will I tell whiskey? She's going to be furious.

My mom grabed her keys, and the papers. Then we bounced.

The whole way home I cryed. I wasn't ready to have a baby. I pictured all my classmates at school judging me. I pictured my coach shaking her head, my teamates behind her with thier heads down. I pictured Whiskey looking at me like im the worst bestfriend ever. How does my mom really feel about this? Am I a faliure? My friendship is ruined. My life is ruined.