Pregnant 1 I drove. Palms sweaty, mind buzzing. After about half an hour i pulled up in the car park of a far away Walmart where no one knew who I was. I let out a sigh as I glanced up at the sky and leaned back in my seat. My phone buzzed. Alice. 'Hey' it read. I flipped open my touch screen and typed: 'getting a pregnancy text, xoxo ❤' I got sarcastic when I was nervous. It sent, she seen it and I turned off my iPhone. With a deep breath I opened the car door, put my hands in my pockets and walked. I went to the women's hygiene section and I couldn't help but regret sending Alice that text, she told her mom everything. I got two, just to be certain. One was purple and it was $7 and the other was blue and $11. I handed the cashier the two. She looked at me with so much judge and hate I wanted to slap her. "And who are these for?" "Me." I smiled. "How old are you dear?" "21. I know I look young for my age, me and my fiancé have been trying for weeks, an announcement at the wedding. The judge and the hate drifted from her face. She laughed. I ran out of the Walmart with a plastic bag in my hand. I felt warm, nervous. I turned back on my phone and the texts from Alice poured in. I opened the car door and got in. Alice's first reactions were humorous. She used emojis and all caps. Then she decided it was an April fools prank. I text back an: ':/' My phone vibrated. Alex. I sighed and lifted the phone to my ear. "Yes baby?" "What's this about you being pregnant?" He whispered. "I don't know, I'm late and I've been vomiting. Alice told you?" "Yes, shit Maggie. What are we gonna do?" "Dude, I haven't even taken the test yet!" "But morning sickness and lateness is enough for me," his tone was strict, "goodbye, Maggie." He hung up. I put my head in my hands and cried. Sorry it's so short

Pregnant 0.1 27/March/2013 "Was it good?" Alice asked curiously. "Was what good?" I asked "The, y'know," she whispered, " s-e-x with A-l-e-x?" "Why are you spelling it?" "The walls have ears. Was it good!?" "It was fine." I was a short 17 year old. Average looks, constantly in a messy bun, a baggy jumper and jeggings, uggs or converse. I wore as less makeup as possible and I didn't make a big deal of it. I had a boyfriend named Alex who i did recently have sex with. "Oh." Alice, the blonde haired crazy ass 17 year old. "What?" "Fine. Seriously? That's it? Fine?" "Ally, keep it down we're in a mall for Christ sake!" "Whatever. Can we go to bath and body works, please?" 28/March/2013 I leaned over the toilet, vomiting, my mum holding my hair back. "Oh honey, what happened?" She asked in that tone she always put on when she was feeling sympathetic. My mum had gotten pregnant at 20 when she has engaged. She got married two months after she found out and aprx. Seven months later I came into her #life with my black hair. "I ate alot last night," I said, " Alice's mom can't cook." That earned a giggle from my mom. After the toilet scene i ate breakfast and my mom went to work. It was Saturday and Alice was in New York for her birthday and I was stuck in Michigan, twiddling my thumbs. It was all bull. I had hardly eaten last night. I was late. I hadn't gotten my monthly call since I had sex with Alex. I was concerned, obviously and I couldn't remember if we used protection. I hated the fact that I could possibly be pregnant. I wasn't ready. I checked my calendar. I was due two weeks ago. I was done waiting. I grabbed my jacket, laced up my black converse and went out the door, fingering my car keys in my pocket. I unlocked my car, opened the door and set my gps to a Walmart outside of town. I was getting a pregnancy test.