I am dumb founded. I throw the test and box in the trash. This was so the worst birthday ever. My dad completely forgot it was my birthday, and now I'm pregnant. I had to leave my best friend and boyfirend, and now I have to deal with this. I finally get some sence back into me and head for home. It is allmost dark by the time I get back. The movers have left and dad is sitting on the couch watching TV. I walk inside. He looks up at me and smiles. I am still mad at him. I walk into my room. I work on unpacking some more.
I start my new school tomorrow. I start hanging up my clothes in my closet. What a nice way to start school. Being pregnant. This next year is going to suck. The next box I open is my scrap books from previous moves. I put them on my book shelf next to the other three. On my bed, I find a new scrapbook and a new camera.
I put the scrapbook on the book shelf and put the camera on my desk. I unpack the rest of my boxes and put the stuff inside of them away. Then, I lay in my bed. I look out my door to make sure dad isn't standing there. He isn't, so I call Mike.
He answers the phone even though it is almost ten at night. He tellsme happy birthday, and we talk. I tell him about how my dad forgot about my birthday. I don't tell him about how I'm pregnant.
At almost midnight, we say goodbye and hang up. I put my phone on my desk and go change into pajamas. Then, I crawl into bed and go to sleep.
I wake up at six the next morning. Dad has allready left for work. I get in the shower. When I get out, I put on my plain light blue t shirt and a pair of shorts. Even though it is only March, it is really warm out here. I wrap my hair up in a towel, and go into the kitchen to make breakfast. I make me a pancake. And then, I start to feel sick to my stomache.
Then, I remember hearing about something called morning sickness. I groan. Right afterwards, I run into the bathroom and throw up everything I just ate. Then, I go brush my teeth. Then, I blow dry my hairand brush it.
I was so having a horrible morning.
When I was happy with how I looked, I grabbed my back pack and lunch money and left. I was going to walk to school. My stomache still hurt, but there wasn't anything left in it to throw up,so I was betting that I was safe