"This can't be happening." I said to the doctor the moment I read through the test results. He looked at me, expressionless. Of course, there was nothing he could say to me anymore. He had said all he could. But I still couldn't believe it all.
"Run another test." I said to him immediately, drawing my chair closer to the table. And he shook his head in negativity.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Curtis. Even if I'm to run another test, I'm pretty sure the result will remain the same." He said, and I felt a stab in my chest. Why was I still struggling to accept the fact that I already had someone growing inside of me?
God! This really can't be happening. What about my plans, my dreams, my education? What will people say to me this time? I'll be the laughingstock in the whole of California. And my parents? What are they going to say? How are they going to feel about this sad news?
