45

Amelia Forbes

I shook my head vigorously over and over again as I stared at my reflection. I'd been standing in the bathroom for more than thirty minutes-the pregnancy tester I'd gotten from a store across the street clutched in my right hand.

I remembered the nasty look the lady at the counter had given me as she tossed the tester into a plastic bag, murmuring something about 16 year old sluts.

I shook my head once more. I was just really tense. I can't be pregnant.

Relax, Mel. It's just a false alarm. The changes in your body are as a result of stress. Breathe.

Already having previous information about what single and double lines meant, I settled down and peed on it.

In the few minutes it took to show the result, I wiped my hands on my jeans. Maybe it's just a coincidence. A hormone thing.

After a few minutes of waiting, I let out a shaky breath and looked down at the plastic I held in my hand.

"No!" I screamed, feeling my throat constric