Post by Michelle Denouement on Oct 18, 2013 21:58:27 GMT -5
Obstacles
Synopsis: Even though a major obstacle in Willow's life has came up, she perseveres.
Rating: PG-13, for language and sexual references.
October 22, 2035
"Willow, breakfast!"
I stagger out of bed, feeling nauseated, which I have been feeling for the past few days. My mom is calling me to get breakfast; I don't want breakfast. It was an unusually chilly October day in Maryland, so I put on my University of Maryland sweatshirt (Go Terrapins!). I was also bloated, so I put on a pair of black yoga pants. I looked like hell, so I put on a bit of concealer and mascara, and styled my natural curls with a bit of pomade. And to finish off my outfit, I put on my red low top Converse.
I went downstairs, with my backpack slung over my left shoulder. My dad said to me, with a kiss on my forehead, "Hi, baby."
My mom sat down my favorite breakfast of scrambled eggs cooked in butter, veggie bacon, and a glass of orange juice. I picked at my eggs, nibbled on my bacon, and only took a few sips of orange juice. My mom asked me, "Aren't you hungry?"
I replied, "I'm not."
After my 12 year old brother Aiden and 7 year old sister Regina were done eating breakfast, I took them to school.
I drove myself to school after dropping them off. After I got to school, I felt like I was going to vomit, so I darted to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet.
After the episode of vomiting, something clicked. Bloated, nauseated, vomiting. Not to mention, I was supposed to get my period on October 6th. I texted my boyfriend, Vince, "Hey hun, meet me at lunch. We need to talk."
Vince asked, while I was walking to Italian class, "What is it? You're breaking up with me?"
I replied, "No, I think I might be pregnant."
After my Italian and band classes, Vince and I were talking, while signing out to go out for lunch. Vince asked, "Pregnant?"
I replied, "Might be. Lets go to the drugstore."
While Vince and I were driving to the drugstore, Vince asked, "How could you have gotten pregnant? We used a condom."
I replied, "It was probably that condom that was washed with your jeans."
Vince said, "salsa."
After we got back to school, I took one of the tests in the school bathroom. Three minutes after I took the test, I got the result: Pregnant.
I left the bathroom, crying inside. I said to Vince while burying my face in his chest (I'm 5'4", he's 6'2") and crying on the outside, "I'm pregnant."
Vince stroked my dirty blonde curly hair and said, "It's okay, Willow. I'm scared, too. But as long as we have each other, we can get through this."
I wondered how my parents would react to having a pregnant 17 year old daughter. My parents weren't 30 yet when they had Jordan. But I'm only 17 and a senior in high school. My parents had their bachelor's degrees; were living in New York City, which is across the country from Grandma and Grandpa (RIP. He died almost 8 years ago, when Mom was still pregnant with Regina) and Memaw and Pepaw over 700 miles away; and were successfully self employed (And still are. The main office of their record label is 5 miles away in Washington DC, but they have a Satellite Office in New York City). I still live with my parents and I work as a piano teacher at a music store. It's a salsaty situation, but I know how to deal with this.
Synopsis: Even though a major obstacle in Willow's life has came up, she perseveres.
Rating: PG-13, for language and sexual references.
October 22, 2035
"Willow, breakfast!"
I stagger out of bed, feeling nauseated, which I have been feeling for the past few days. My mom is calling me to get breakfast; I don't want breakfast. It was an unusually chilly October day in Maryland, so I put on my University of Maryland sweatshirt (Go Terrapins!). I was also bloated, so I put on a pair of black yoga pants. I looked like hell, so I put on a bit of concealer and mascara, and styled my natural curls with a bit of pomade. And to finish off my outfit, I put on my red low top Converse.
I went downstairs, with my backpack slung over my left shoulder. My dad said to me, with a kiss on my forehead, "Hi, baby."
My mom sat down my favorite breakfast of scrambled eggs cooked in butter, veggie bacon, and a glass of orange juice. I picked at my eggs, nibbled on my bacon, and only took a few sips of orange juice. My mom asked me, "Aren't you hungry?"
I replied, "I'm not."
After my 12 year old brother Aiden and 7 year old sister Regina were done eating breakfast, I took them to school.
I drove myself to school after dropping them off. After I got to school, I felt like I was going to vomit, so I darted to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet.
After the episode of vomiting, something clicked. Bloated, nauseated, vomiting. Not to mention, I was supposed to get my period on October 6th. I texted my boyfriend, Vince, "Hey hun, meet me at lunch. We need to talk."
Vince asked, while I was walking to Italian class, "What is it? You're breaking up with me?"
I replied, "No, I think I might be pregnant."
******
After my Italian and band classes, Vince and I were talking, while signing out to go out for lunch. Vince asked, "Pregnant?"
I replied, "Might be. Lets go to the drugstore."
While Vince and I were driving to the drugstore, Vince asked, "How could you have gotten pregnant? We used a condom."
I replied, "It was probably that condom that was washed with your jeans."
Vince said, "salsa."
After we got back to school, I took one of the tests in the school bathroom. Three minutes after I took the test, I got the result: Pregnant.
I left the bathroom, crying inside. I said to Vince while burying my face in his chest (I'm 5'4", he's 6'2") and crying on the outside, "I'm pregnant."
Vince stroked my dirty blonde curly hair and said, "It's okay, Willow. I'm scared, too. But as long as we have each other, we can get through this."
I wondered how my parents would react to having a pregnant 17 year old daughter. My parents weren't 30 yet when they had Jordan. But I'm only 17 and a senior in high school. My parents had their bachelor's degrees; were living in New York City, which is across the country from Grandma and Grandpa (RIP. He died almost 8 years ago, when Mom was still pregnant with Regina) and Memaw and Pepaw over 700 miles away; and were successfully self employed (And still are. The main office of their record label is 5 miles away in Washington DC, but they have a Satellite Office in New York City). I still live with my parents and I work as a piano teacher at a music store. It's a salsaty situation, but I know how to deal with this.