okay so I rewrote my story and I just wanna know what you guys think. here it is below. Please dont be rude. THANKS! =D
I looked at the pee stick. It had a plus sign. Oh great. I immediately started counting out my options
1) Tell mom and possibly die or get kicked out
2) Tell dad and tell him not to tell mom but he will anyway and have the same outcome as #1
3) Abortion
4) Adoption which couldn't happen without option 1 or 2
5) Hide it because I'm skinny enough and pop the baby out at a "sleepover" and adopt the kid out
Well this was going to be your typical Juno story. I definently didn't want the kid, this thing was going to ruin my life. I wanted help, I didn't trust most adults and the one's I did trust would feel obligated to tell the one's I didn't trust. Maybe I would just try to do it alone. But I would have to let someone know...I just couldnt do this by myself.
I looked down at my stomach and told it,
"Now listen, I'm not your mom....You are just popping out in nine months and then whoever wants you, that will be your mother. So don't get attached".
But I mostly think I was trying to convince myself. I unlocked the bathroom door and put the test in my pocket. I wasn't stupid enough to leave it in the trash for my nosy mother to find. I pulled up my jeans because they were way to big.
"Well at least I'll have something to wear when I get fat. Thanks alot kid," I sighed out loud.
I detested the eating part that pregnancy was supposed to bring. In fact I didn't like pregnancy whatsoever. It was disgusting...getting fat. And I didn't even want to know about the horrible logistics of the inside where IT grows. How I could have done this to myself was...well actually it was easy and quite fun....yeah not such a good idea now.
I tried to reason with myself...
Just get an abortion for God's sakes
No! I'm not a baby murderer!
Adoption?
No, then my parents would find out...
Everything seemed impossible. I was clueless. There was one person I could trust. And that would of course be my best friend,Kaitlyn. I walked down the street headed towards her house. I stopped quite suddenly and texted my mother to tell her where i was going. I continued on my way feeling self concious. Like the whole world new what I had done.
Has it always been this hot? I wondered as I walked up the driveway. I knocked on the door and flinched at the sudden barking of her two dogs inside. So I waited and stood on her doorstep till she answered the door. I saw Kaitlyn's face peer around the door.
Now...How was I going to tell her about this thing growing inside me?
Oh and btw she's supposed to be a horrible character. She changes over time. That's the point of the story
I looked at the pee stick. It had a plus sign. Oh great. I immediately started counting out my options
1) Tell mom and possibly die or get kicked out
2) Tell dad and tell him not to tell mom but he will anyway and have the same outcome as #1
3) Abortion
4) Adoption which couldn't happen without option 1 or 2
5) Hide it because I'm skinny enough and pop the baby out at a "sleepover" and adopt the kid out
Well this was going to be your typical Juno story. I definently didn't want the kid, this thing was going to ruin my life. I wanted help, I didn't trust most adults and the one's I did trust would feel obligated to tell the one's I didn't trust. Maybe I would just try to do it alone. But I would have to let someone know...I just couldnt do this by myself.
I looked down at my stomach and told it,
"Now listen, I'm not your mom....You are just popping out in nine months and then whoever wants you, that will be your mother. So don't get attached".
But I mostly think I was trying to convince myself. I unlocked the bathroom door and put the test in my pocket. I wasn't stupid enough to leave it in the trash for my nosy mother to find. I pulled up my jeans because they were way to big.
"Well at least I'll have something to wear when I get fat. Thanks alot kid," I sighed out loud.
I detested the eating part that pregnancy was supposed to bring. In fact I didn't like pregnancy whatsoever. It was disgusting...getting fat. And I didn't even want to know about the horrible logistics of the inside where IT grows. How I could have done this to myself was...well actually it was easy and quite fun....yeah not such a good idea now.
I tried to reason with myself...
Just get an abortion for God's sakes
No! I'm not a baby murderer!
Adoption?
No, then my parents would find out...
Everything seemed impossible. I was clueless. There was one person I could trust. And that would of course be my best friend,Kaitlyn. I walked down the street headed towards her house. I stopped quite suddenly and texted my mother to tell her where i was going. I continued on my way feeling self concious. Like the whole world new what I had done.
Has it always been this hot? I wondered as I walked up the driveway. I knocked on the door and flinched at the sudden barking of her two dogs inside. So I waited and stood on her doorstep till she answered the door. I saw Kaitlyn's face peer around the door.
Now...How was I going to tell her about this thing growing inside me?
Oh and btw she's supposed to be a horrible character. She changes over time. That's the point of the story