I closed my eyes and thought to myself all the reasons not to open them ever again. The rest of my life and my freedom depended on whether or not I looked down. If I was in the clear there was nothing to worry about but if I wasn't... I couldn't even think about it. I clenched my fist and took a deep breath. After a long exhale I opened my eyes an stared back at myself in the mirror. "Three..., two..., one..." I thought. I looked down and froze.
With a click, the pregnancy test landed on the ceramic bathroom tile. I focused on my heart beat as it grew faster, and faster, and faster, and faster. Why me.
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Short StoryEmily never was too interested in being a good student, a good person, a good daughter, but that all was put at the end of her to-do-list the day of Mason Johnson's end of Summer party. A party that's consequences would provide her a lifetime of dis...
