Sixteen and pregnant: A teen mom story

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Jasmine pov
  It was time to leave the skating rink, so I gave Trey one last kiss before heading out the door. I called my momma to see if she was outside yet. She told me where she was parked at and I hopped in the car. She had my brother with her, which was weird cause she normally just leave him at home.
"You had fun Jas?" My mom asked.
"Yeah, it was fun.
"You seen yo lil boyfriend Trey or whatever that lil nigga name is?" Deangelo chimed in.
"Boy if you don't stop cussing!" Momma yelled.
"Shut up Angelo."

We had made it home and I was so tired. My body was sore and all I wanted to do was take a nice hot shower and go to sleep. I went to my room, grabbed a
t-shirt and some pants, and made my way to the bathroom. When I got in there I turned on the water and put on the Beyoncé Pandora station. Once I was out the shower I got dressed and brushed my teeth. My brother disrupted me by banging on the door yelling, "Jas hurry up, I gotta shit." I grabbed all my thing and headed back to my room. My phone started ringing, by this time it was going on 12:30 am, and I was confused on who the hell would be calling me.

I picked up my phone and looked at the caller ID. It was my daddy but not Trey. This time it was my real father who didn't really act like my father.
"Hey baby girl."
"Hey daddy."
"I know it's late but I just got off of work."
"Oh okay."
"Yeah, I just wanted to tell you goodnight and that I love you more than life itself."
"I love you too daddy."
"Well baby girl ima let you go to bed, I'm finna call yo crazy ass brother."
"Okay, goodnight daddy."

I loved my dad, trust me I loved him a lot but sometimes I wish him and my mom never met. They always argue about dumb shit and my dad not really there for me and my brother like he need to be. I think if he was more involved in my brother's life then maybe he wouldn't do some of the things he does. I was starting to get sleepy so I got up underneath my covers. This is the only way I can fall asleep, I know it's weird.

I was woken up to my loud ass alarm and also my brother's loud ass music. He was blasting some "Lil Keed". I was shook that my mom wasn't yelling at him to turn it down. I thought to myself something must be wrong with her. You know how I told you that my morning always starts with someone getting yelled at but today it was different. I walked to the bathroom to use the toilet, wash my face, brush my teeth, and then do my hair. It was time to leave so I grabbed my bag and phone, and headed out the door