Please note this is fiction!

With my back against the restroom wall, I grip the test between my trembling right thumb and forefinger and sink to the floor. This is the longest 5 minutes of my life. Wiping the tears from my eyes with my arm, I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest.

How could I have been so stupid? So careless? Why didn’t I think this through before going through with it?

You love him, don’t you? A voice interjects. Of course, you love him. That’s all it should matter, right?

I shake my head and say aloud, “I’m not ready for this.” I want to go to college. I want to travel the world. I want to experience the grown-up way of life. I weep, “I’m not ready.”

That night was such a stupid mistake. I didn’t mean to do it. It was the alcohol. It was the height of summer. It was the euphoria of seeing him the first time in over two months after his family’s annual traditional vacation.

My ever-so-anxious mind is now working faster than the most advanced computer in the world, running endless scenarios of both probabilities while a voice in my head says softly, “Look on the bright side…”

No, I refuse to consider the “bright side.” There is no bright side to this. My mom showed me the bright side – working two jobs, never home, and barely getting by. I refuse. I squeeze my eyes shut and begin to pray.

I’ve never been a religious person but I once heard that doesn’t matter, God sees and loves everyone and everything, regardless of our imperfections. He knows my true desire. I just need to open my heart up to him.

When I open my eyes, I see my prayer has come true, only one pink line on the test – not pregnant.

Theme: A Day in School

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