Prologue

This is not a story about a typical teen girl's pregnancy, so much more to it...trust me.

“Typical girls don’t get pregnant!”

“Yeah, and like typical girls, they don’t get raped either!” I yell back. I watch Alex cross her arms across her chest. I do the same, huffing.

“I’m sorry, I forgot,” She looks at me, observing my stomach. I examine my hardwood floor, imagining my mother beneath us trying to listen in on our conversation.

“Look, we aren’t going to solve anything by yelling, and the last thing we want is my mom ‘overhearing’ us,” I state. Alex bites her bottom lip.

“You’re going to have to tell her eventually,” She whispers in a harsh tone. I know she’s right, Alex always is. I can’t ignore the fact that my stomach will eventually get bigger.

“Well, I was never against abortion--” Alex gasps interrupting my sentence. The horror in her eyes clearly reads she doesn’t like that idea.

“Have you lost all sense?! You are Catholic for crying out loud! I can’t believe this…” She trails off. I continue to watch her, as she walks over to the mirror connected to my dresser. “Jamie, you are my best friend, and I want what’s best for you. But I- I can’t let you do that,” She glances at me curiously. I shrug my shoulders and lay down on my bed. I knew Alex couldn’t handle any of this, so why did I even tell her? She surveys my expression pondering on what I might be thinking.

“But how on Earth am I going to tell my mom? She thinks I’m her ‘perfect angel’,” I picture my mother’s reaction to this whole pregnancy thing. Alex sits on the bed next to me, taking my hand.

“I’ll be right next to you, if you want me to be,” She glances at the clock hanging on my blue wall. “I have to go,” She pauses, “Maybe your mom won’t be so mad, maybe she’ll be glad to help.” I give her a look reflecting her craziness. She frowns, “You’re right. Just don’t tell her anything, yet, I’m going to help you. I’ll call a teen hotline or something like that for you, okay?” I nod as a response. She stands once again, swinging her book bag around her shoulder, “We’re going to figure this out,” Alex walks to the door putting her hand on the doorknob. I stare at the ceiling listening for the door to close behind her. “Do what you think is right, Jamie. It’s not my decision and whatever your decision is, I’ll back it up one hundred percent,” Alex opens the door and softly closes it behind her.

Author's Note

This is a rough draft...