let me introdose myself. my name is drew holt and i am sixteen years old. my life is pretty good. i mean yeah im living in my grandparents house and yes i do not curently have a girlfriend but i will i promise. and its not like ive never had a girlfriend before because i have. her name was jamie lyen and she was a junior when i was a freshman. she was my first girlfriend and well only girfriend we went all the way and i was nervous but after i didnt regret my disiion like i thought i would. but a few weeks later she started missing school and when i confronted her she tottaly blew up in my face and broke up with me.
"good morning drew" said my mom as i walk down the stairs and grabe the coffee. "hi mom" i say grogally i didnt get much sleep last night. i stayed up working on my late history homework.
im a big procrastinator.
so what im getting atleast a b in all of my classes.
"oh drew your gonna be left alone tonight i have an interveiw with a company" "alright mom"
i get to school and fall asleep in math and finally the days over and i practically ran home but when i got there i was shocked to see jamie on my front porch in the rain crying with a small bundle in her arms. "jamie" i yell. i run over to her and see that the bundle is a baby. looking no older than 2 months old. "drew i thought i could do this but i couldnt" "do what" i say counfused scared of what the answer might be. "she is yours drew" "what" i wispered trying not to wake the sleeping infant. "i thought i could keep her but i cant so heres all her stuff" she said pointing to a carrier and some bottles "bye drew" i stared at the baby for what felt like a very long time though in reality was about five minutes when he snapped out and looked up yelling "jamie jamie" even though he knew she was gone. he looks back at the now awake baby and say "well i guess its you and me now isnt it bud" he says as he turns around and walks back inside.
