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The Test
Chapter 1
"Honey, Wilson's here!" I heard my mother yell. It was Monday morning and he had come to take me to school, just like he did every morning. Wilson and I had been together for four years now. He was tall at six feet seven inches and had a petite, but muscular stature. His dark brown hair and piercing brown eyes were very attractive for a young man.
"I'll be down in a minute!" I yelled back.
My palms were clammy and my body shook violently as I sat on the bathroom floor, the linoleum cold against my skin. My fingers ran across the skinny pregnancy stick that I held in my hand. I sat there for a brief moment in awe, hoping that I could just seep into the tiles and make it all go away.
Slowly, I grabbed the corners of the bathroom sink and hoisted myself up unto my knees. I struggled to stay up as my grip loosened. I readjusted my hands and found my grip again. My knees shook as I lifted myself to my feet; my body ached with each movement. I lifted my head and gazed upward. I jumped at the sight. The person staring back at me was not the same person. All of the color had been drained from my face. My piercing green eyes, which were now blood shot and puffy, had sunk deeper into their sockets. I drew my hand upward and gently wiped away the tears that had fallen. How could this happen? I thought to myself. I turned on the faucet and splashed water on my face. The water felt cool against my delicate skin and for a second I felt at ease, like nothing was wrong with the world. As the water fell away from my face, I was quickly reminded of what was happening. I reached for a towel that lay neatly in its place on the towel rack. Mother, who was always calm and collective, made sure that everything was in its place. Father, on the other hand, was very quick tempered and could become angry at any moment.
I felt the warm, fluffy towel against my face as I breathed in the scent of lavender. I placed the towel back neatly. I reached to turn out the light, but stopped suddenly. Against my better judgment, I forced myself to once again look at the person staring back at me in the mirror; then reality hit me and I knew that my life was never going to be the same again.
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