Disclaimer: I don't own SA, but I love it!


My name is Wendla. I'm 14 years old and I live in a small town called Bayern in Germany. I live with my mother and father and my sister lives with her husband and her two daughters.

I pretty much love my life here. All of my closest friends I have known for as long as I can remember, even the boys. And that comes to my Melchior.

He's fifteen years old, the best in his class at school, and quite the radical in our town. He doesn't believe in God, or in Heaven, or a single thing in this entire world. Before just this year, we haven't had any actual conversation in a long time and after that happened, I began to feel different about him in a way I had never felt before. I was stupid into persuading him to beat me with a switch after which he got mad at me but I came up and apologized to him one night during a storm and from that moment, we were in love.

Not long after we fell in love our dear friend Moritz killed himself. Everybody was upset about the ordeal but Melchior's school teachers blamed it on him because of some essay that he wrote to him about biology and they wrongfully sent him away to a reformatory.

It hurts not having Melchior around. I miss him so much and I need him now more than ever because…

I'm pregnant.