Hey guys! Laura here. This is my first ever story so please excuse mistakes etc, I do edit but things still slip past me. Hope you like this story, and please vote and comment.. that would mean a lot! <3
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21st June 2011.
Harper.
I wasn't exactly sure what I was going to do. My mum was going to kill me - not literally(I hope), my brother was going to kill Jais, and my sister was going to laugh at me. Hard.
I never had a dad so that was out of the equation, but I knew that telling my family was going to definitely be the hardest part.
I mean, I'm 17. I'm in college I have no job, I'm studying fashion but I know I'll never make it as a huge designer.
What do I want to do?
I don't even know. And now.. now I really don't know.
Taking in a deep breath I look back down to my trembling hands. It wasn't supposed to be like this. You're supposed to grow up, go to college and university, get a career, get married and have children. That's how everyone does it..
Right?
Well not me. Not Harper Fletcher.
I had been sat in the college toilets for around an hour now. My lesson was probably almost over and I could feel my phone vibrating every two seconds - it's probably Edie asking me where the hell I am. She knows it must be big if I missed a design lesson - they're my favourite.
I wanted Edie here with me, but at the same time I wanted to be alone, by myself to just take in this moment.
Oh god.
When my phone vibrated again I took it out to read over the messages.
Where are you?
Erm Harper you should really be here
We're designing for next term and you need to start like now
Hello??
Are you ignoring me?
Where are you this is so weird
Oh god I'm coming to find you
Ok I'm not because Miss Ryan will get pissed but where are you
Seriously
??
I laughed at her messages before replying back.
I'm fine, just not feeling too good. I'll see you after college, can you come to mine? Bring some cookie crunch? Thanks xx
Oh god it must be bad. I'll bring two tubs of it and make it a party. x
I smiled before throwing my phone back in my bag. My hands still slightly shaking.
The positive side of my subconscious was telling me everything was going to be okay. Life throws these things at you so you can learn and grow.
The negative side was telling me I was delusional if I thought I could handle this. It wasn't like going to the dentist, you don't get this over and done with. You have this forever.
But my positive side told me that it was the most beautiful thing in the world, and I should be happy.
But the negative side was telling me to go to the doctors and sort this all out.
Before I could listen anymore to my subconscious I stood up and took in another deep breath looking down once again at the test to read the ever so terrifying words:
PREGNANT.