The lump in her throat grew. She knew that the next few minutes could change her life forever. The money she was bringing in at the cat scratch club wouldn't be enough for two. And the thoughts rang in her mind; she can't work at the cat scratch club anymore, at lease if it is true. Another job would have to come in the future, if she had to, maybe two, and she didn't know how she could handle all the things that would be put on her plate, which wasn't big enough in the first place. She would have to become a new person, and she didn't know how to do it. She'd have get a new place, tent city isn't good in her case, and she didn't want to do it. Maybe she'd have to move back home, and she couldn't face her parents.
And then there was Roger, sweet-as-a-peach-Roger. Would she be able to tell him? Could she tell him? It's not like she could hide a thing this big. Maybe he already knew. But, most likely he didn't. She reflected on her life, or at lease what had become of it. 19 year old, Mimi Marquez , who lives in a crappy apartment with no heat in New York's tent city. Mimi Marquez, who strips for a living at the Cat Scratch Club. Mimi Marquez, the only person she new how to be.
Mimi plopped down on the bathroom floor, her future, she held in her hands. She didn't understand how something so big could be told by something so small. She took a deep breath. She grasped the test that was currently faced upside down. She closed her eyes and turned the test over.
ADITTION