I got scared. My sudden desire for weird food, the different feelings, everything just freaked me out. I ate, didn’t talk much with Ethan and left. I went home and went straight to bed; puked once or twice during the night. Tons of probabilities went through my mind about what was causing all of this, but one of them stuck the most. I decided that in two weeks I’d find out.

The two weeks are up, and I haven’t gone to school. I’m sitting on the toilet seat of my bathroom crying my eyes out waiting for my period. I’ve been doing it for the past four days, but nothing. Of course the thought of me just being late came up, but I know I’m never late, so I take extreme measures. I dig into the brown paper bag and clutch on the small stick.

Two minutes later, my timer buzzes and the moment has arrived. I’m scared to death about what the answer may be, but I’ve gotta be ready for it. I pick up the stick and see the answer.

Two stripes; pink; pregnant.