A twist in my story
"I had it all planned, my future, my life, my story. But something got in the way, something huge, that not only do I no about inside but that everyone else knows about on the outside. Everyone can see it. That is, everyone but the person I want to know, the person that left me, the person who is the reason for this, the person that has the right to know, the person that might not ever know, the person deep down inside of me-no matter of selfish- I hope never finds out, the person whose baby this is.
Because of all of this I wanted to run, I wanted to hind. But I had no place to go. I am a 17 year old, a senior, with a baby, and no father. I only have a seven dollar an hour job three times a week, at forever 21. That might not be enough. I don't want my poor baby to live that way, poor, lonely, like I am without him. I have my child to have a good life, and great home. I want my kid to have two loving parents like I did at a time. But that story is a story that might never be because my child is in the hands of a seventeen year old still in her father's home, and my child will only have one parent. Because only a few short days after my child was conceived is when he died. That night I'll always remember."
That's what was going thought my head as I remember as I watched them put him into the ground to say by last goodbye, it wasnt real to me yet, like it was all some horrible joke, that he just couldn't say good bye to me. Also I remember with all of that, that also I have to tell my dad, my mom, my friends, and maybe just maybe his family that I will be having his son; by myself. No help included.