What Matters Most

Positive.

Positive.

I'm Positive that this test is wrong.

Positive.

Positive.

That's all that was running throught my head at this point.

"FUUUUUUUUCCKKK" I scream. How could I be so careless? Running my hands down my face, I stared at my reflection that once showed a face full of life and happiness. Now it only contains a face full of bags under my eyes and what looks like the weight of the world on my shoulders. I check my phone for the time only to notice that 15 minutes have gone by. Crazy how much can happen in 15 minutes.

A baby.

Chuckling lowly, I soon start to sob loudly, thinking about how my life is about change and what are my parents going to think? Their precious and innocent daughter. Pregnant by someone who doesn't even want me. Great.

Sad thing is, this is only the beginning.