Pregnant. That can't be right. I shake my head to clear my thoughts and grab the second box off of the bathroom counter. One more test, It'll be negative. I know it will. I make my way over to the toilet and begin peeing on the damn devil stick. I can't believe this is happening to me. I'm only 18, I just started college. Scratch that, I haven't even started yet! It's Saturday, I start in two days. I walk out of the bathroom, place the test on the counter and begin washing my hands, all the while lost in my own self pitying thoughts. Two minutes is what the box said to wait. So that's what I do. I close the toilet seat and sit down to wait. And wait. And wait some more. I drop my head into my hands and begin to rub my forehead, I am feeling a major headache coming on, and definitely some nausea too. It doesn't come that fast does it? No, I'm definitely paranoid. I am not pregnant. Finally those two uneventful but excruciating long minutes pass. I slowly pick up the stick with my eyes closed.
Okay, you can do this. You're not....
Pregnant.
I drop the stick, all the while starring at the white wall in front of me. The stick hits the hard tile floor with a clack that I barely register but at the same time, it is the loudest noise besides the buzzing in my ears. What the hell am I going to do? 18 and with a baby? No. There is no way I can keep this...this thing that is growing inside me. I've never pictured myself having kids, at least, not so early on in life. I didn't even know the guy. Leave it to me to do something spontaneous for once and end up with the worst possible consequence. I feel my eyes start to sting and I immediately know that I can't stop the tears from coming. Boy, did I fuck up majorly. Boy. What if it's a boy? I quickly push that thought to the back of my head and stand up too fast. I grab the edge of the counter to steady myself. When I'm certain I won't fall over from the dizzy spell that just overtook my body, I walk out of the bathroom, leaving the test on the floor where it fell.
Great start to your Freshman year, Jane.
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The Surprise of a Lifetime
RomanceFreshman year of college. Books, check. Dorm room, check. Baby... Jane Milan has it all figured out. What school she wants to go to, what she wants to study, what she wants to do with her life. She's never been one to stray from the straight and nar...
