Teenage Pregnancy

Ariana; 15

I laid down in my bed and started to cry, my Mother was in the hospital so I was left with my father, he was a very abusive man and you either do what he asked of you or told you and you'd be fine or you disobey him and you get beaten. I looked at my stomach and rubbed it. My Dad doesn't know what happened to me with my boyfriend, and I wouldn't be able to tell him either he would not only kill my boyfriend but He'd kill me too.

I'm only 15 years old, and I'm pregnant, not only that but the sad part is that I didn't have sex to become pregnant either, I was raped. I looked at my phone and checked the time it said 8:00am great time to get up and go to school, the place I dread going to every single day. I got up and picked out my outfit, a blue and black stripped long sleeve shirt and black tights. Then I went down stairs and packed my lunch and left to go catch my bus.

As I stood there waiting for my bus my friend Sam came up and noticed I had been crying and asked me what was wrong. "Sam you know how I'm dating blue?" she shook her head. "Well he raped me... and now I'm pregnant..." she started to cry and hugged me. Before she could say anything the bus pulled up and I climbed on.

At school I went to my locker and then to my first class. As I sat down at my desk my teacher noticed that I had gained a little weight so she had called my Mother. By the time I got home my aunt was there to pick me up and take me to the doctors. I'm screwed.

*2 hours later*

"Ariana how could you not tell anybody that you were pregnant?" my aunt asked me I just stared at the ground. "Ariana Destiny Rose, I am talking to you young lady" I finally looked her in the eyes "because I was raped and you wouldn't have listened or believed me if I told you sooner" then I ran up to my room and locked the door. I started to throw things around my room breaking some things.

I must have past out because the next thing I knew I had woke up and it was 6:00am. Great another day I had to go to school and deal with all of the kids at school. When I opened my bedroom door there was a note taped to it. It said:

Dear Ariana,

Your Mom said you will start school at the private school for pregnant teen girls who are intending to keep their babies. You don't have to attend to the public school anymore. Enjoy your day at home.

Great finally a day to stay home, but wait the note said I'm going to attend the school for girls who intend to keep their baby, great that means I HAVE to keep this baby. Could this day get any worse?