She hovered over the toliet as a single tear added to to the mess that had been her dinner from the previous night. She sat back against the cool linolium bathtub and burried her head between her knees, a single sob escaped her. After nearly a week of the same mourning ritual, she finaly brought herself to realize the sad but true fact. She franticlly talked to her self trying to tell herself there was no way it was possible, that she was just sick. But she knew she had only been sick in the mournings and every other sign was there. She craved pickles, something she hated with a passion. She had been moody, more moody then usual. But her boyfriend of course had been understanding as always and seemed to look right past the sudden bursts of rage and tears. Her boyfriend. At the thought of the person that loved her more then anyone in the world, and the person she recipricated the same feelings to, made her burst into tears once again. How could she tell him? How could she tell anybody? This couldn't happen to her. Too much had already happened to her. It wasnt untill the beginning of last years school year that good stuff had happened to her. Now it was all disapearing.