All Grown Up
Just last week, Isabella would never have believed that she would be sitting here in Adyson's bathroom, holding a pregnancy test.
She would have laughed in your face if you told her it would be positive.
Sure, she had her fair share of fun, going to parties and experimenting in all sorts of illegal ways, but she'd always managed to keep it in check.
Until now.
It's broken, Isabella thought to herself, but she knew that wasn't true. No matter how much she wished it into being.
She spotted an old photo of herself with Adyson on the mirror, and Isabella inspected it to try and guess her age. Twelve-ish? It was hard to tell.
She'd been so innocent back then.
"Hey. Did the thing work?" Adyson yelled, banging on the door. "Mom's gonna get suspicious if you're in there too much longer."
"Of course it worked," said Isabella, head still spinning. "What did you think it was going to do, tell me I have salmonella?"
"Shit..." Adyson whispered. "You really are pregnant."
Isabella stood up and opened the door, holding up the test. "I'd say that's a positive." She walked out the door, shoving past Adyson as she went.
"God, Iz, Tanner's gonna be pissed when he finds out," Adyson cried, following after her. "He's gonna refuse to pay child support."
"Tanner's not the father."
Adyson stopped short. "What?"
"Tanner never touched me at Rachel's party. He hates it when I'm drunk."
"Then who's the dad?"
Isabella sat down on Adyson's bed. "Sam Hutchins. He's in my Econ class." A lone tear started to run down her cheek. "I honestly don't even know why I had sex with him. I just wanted it so bad..." Her face crumpled. "I've always said I would save my virginity for Phineas...if he ever comes back."
"Seriously, Isabella? Sam Hutchins? He sleeps with like 5 different girls every weekend. If only Izzy had behaved, and learned to stop at just a kiss. Just because Phineas moved away doesn't mean you can automatically throw your life away over it," Adyson said sarcastically. Her expression changed. "You aren't gonna keep it, are you?"
A pause.
"I don't know," Isabella said tersely.
"You'd be really stupid if you did," Adyson continued. "You'd have to quit school. Plus then you'll forever be known as the whore who slept with Sam Hutchins - "
"SHUT UP!" Isabella shouted. "I can't deal with this. What the hell am I supposed to do? I'm seventeen years old!"
"Just remember, Isabella, that it's all your own fault, whatever you bring on yourself with this," said Adyson as she walked out the door.
Isabella burst into tears. "Am I supposed to love it?" she asked, looking towards the heavens. "This...thing that is going to screw up my life?"
She knew she was going to have to tell her mom about this at some point. She could already picture the scene, how desperately angry her mother would be, shouting curses in Spanish and Hebrew. How she would wear holes into her shoes just from the amount of pacing her mother would do. How the anguish in her cries would rock Isabella to the core.
And the only thing Isabella could say to her would be seven simple words.
"Look at me, Mom, all grown up."
oOoOoOo
Remember back in 7th grade
Endless games of truth or dare
Double dates in dark arcades
When I close my eyes I'm there
I think my mother took this picture
Back when were all just friends
Memories that fade and flicker
Burn again when I pretend
Life is short and life is strange
Trouble now and troubled past
Times have changed they rearrange
And little girls grow up so fast
Feel it how it grows inside me
Swirling ball of anguished cries
Haunted daunted so unwanted
Feel its anger in me rise
Dream a dream then end another
Life is there to interrupt
Someone out there call me mother
Look at me mom all grown up
Good Catholic girl, her soul is saved
And now of course it comes to this
If only Ivy had behaved
Or learned to stop at just a kiss
It hits me paralyzing shudder
Face the music take a bow
Just another unwed mother
One more sad statistic now
Dream a dream then end another
Life is there to interrupt
Someone out there call my mother
Look at me I'm all grown up
Look at me I'm all grown up
Big decision wait in anger
Suppose he says it's my choice too
Should have thought before he banged her
Taking one and leaving two
Am I suppose to love this child?
Is it just that simple then?
Tell me how this change will happen
Tell me how and tell me when
Tell me how and tell me when
Dream a dream and dash another
Life is there to interrupt
Someone out there tell my mother
Look at me I'm all grown up
The story ends in total damage
It's an unforgiving world
Seventeen, how will I manage?
How can I?
I'm just a girl
A/N: I felt like torturing Isabella. No, just kidding. I've just had this song stuck in my head the past few days and decided it would make an interesting fic.
Also, if you're wondering what happened to Drabble Days, I gave it up for Lent. It will be back, with 31 new chapters, on April 9th. =D (Did I get 31 requests? Yes. Yes, I did.)
