"Chapter 1: 11 weeks pregnant Part 1
Every Sunday morning, my mother and I clean up the house as spotlessly as we can. My mother had her stereo blasting playing a salsa song by Marc Anthony, Valio La Pena. Since my father was full Spanish, she wants me to tap into the culture as well. I love listening to salsa music when I clean the house. It makes everything seem happy and gets you in the mood.
The floors were spotless after moping them, the windows were shiny after wiping it down and the trash was thrown away making the house smell of strawberry febreez that my mother sprayed. Cleaning took about an hour and today was my mother's day off. I told her to get some rest now that our Sunday cleaning was finished. She thanked me and went right to her room.
I shut off the radio and walked to my room. I grabbed my phone off the charger and saw I had a missed call from Yasmine. I quickly dialed her number and waited for her to answer.
"Yes my dear?" She said sarcastically. I could already picture the smile on her face.
"Sorry I didn't pick up; I was busy cleaning the house. What's up?"
"Well I called to ask if you wanted to go to the movies with me later. I am working right now but when I get off which is at 7, do you want to go watch The call or Oz The Great and Powerful? Please say the second one, my favorite celebrity is the main character in that movie." She begged.
I laughed and thought about the major obsession she has over James Franco. "Yes sure, no problem."
"Alright, well be ready by 7. See yah later."
I spent almost the whole day in my room sleeping. What can I say, I really don't have anything fun going on in my life. It's a Sunday, there's not much on TV and my only friend is out working. I woke up around 5 in the afternoon. I was surprised that I slept for that long. I never sleep more than a couple of hours. I must have been super tired.
I went to the bathroom and did my bus..." http://wattpad.com/story/4744559
