Four Weeks Later...
I wake up one Monday morning feeling a sick feeling in my stomach and I lurch out of bed and make it to the bathroom just in time. I bend over the toilet and throw up and when I stand up I count the days and I forgot to mark the calendar. I grab the box I got from my mother when I turned 16 and I do the test. I take note of the results ++ and I almost pass out.
"Aunt Maria!" I shout out her name and she comes to the door with a red face and looks at the thing in my hand and grabs it and leaves.
I go to the living room and sit down next to her and she hand me the test.
"What are you going to do?" she asks me. I've been sick at home so I think about it and let her know what my thoughts are.
"I need to stay home for as long as I can while simultaneously do my school work and keeping in touch with the teachers" I tell her and she nods in agreement.
I go to my room and look at my phone for any texts from my friend.
MYA: Are you okay?
Me: Yes but I have a problem!
MYA: And what's that?
Me: I am pregnant!
MYA: Who's the father?
Me: Carlos
And we end the conversation with her telling me to come to school when I get bigger. I text Carlos with two words.
Me: I'm pregnant
Carlos: No!
Me: Yes
Carlos: Oh God
Me: Aren't you gonna help me with it or do we have to get rid of it?
Carlos: Keep it and help you of course. this is my fault so I have to help you with the baby.
So I tell him to come and visit and when my aunt comes up the stairs with him she smiles at me and leaves me with him alone and shuts the door.