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That was it. I'm redshirted. I won't be playing this year. I'll practice and everything else, but I will never touch the ball this season. I saw it coming, but not like this. I thought it would be because we have too many quarterbacks or something, not a medical reason! I can't let that happen.
But I also can't do anything. It's against my beliefs to do the only option, so no. The nurse contacts coach and breaks the news. I would think he would just kick me off the team all together. But he doesn't, shockingly.
I head back to the room with my newly prescribed vitamins and a list of things I can't do, and a list of things I should do. And the things I can't eat. Ugh.
I break the news to Bethany, but quickly leave after getting changed into some shorts and a sports-bra with a tank-top and my running tennis shoes.
I start off jogging, and slowly work up to a steady running pace. Running relaxes me and helps me think.
A week into my first year at college and I'm being told I'm pregnant. What the hell am I going to do? How am I gonna tell mom and dad? Or Noah?
I screwed up royally. This is a mistake I can't undo. A mistake I'll live with the rest of my life, until the child is eighteen and it moves off to college.
I'm keeping it. I can't just abandon my child. My grandmother took in foster kids and the story's they came with were terrible and there were many who lived with grandmother. I don't want the same for my child. I don't want my child to live in an orphanage either.
But going through college while raising a child? It's going to be hard, close to impossible! I'm working two jobs just to pay rent and buy my books! And on my scholarship, I need to keep my grades up to keep it.
I'll talk it out with my parents and Noah. Will he want to stay with me? Will he even want the kid?
I sigh, finishing my run. When I get back to the room, Bethany is waiting for me.
"I'm always here if you need to talk. What else are roommates for?" She asks, and we both laugh.
"Thanks, and I'm always your redneck translator if you are having trouble understanding some people." We laugh again and take a shower, getting changed into my pajamas.
Classes start tomorrow. I only have two on Monday. Psych class at 9a.m., and English at 1p.m.
So I go to bed early. Tomorrow I officially start college. And tomorrow, I will start figuring out what the hell I'm going to do.