There are so many things that a girl can do with her life as a teenager. She can go to the mall to hang with her friends, go to the beach, fawn over boys, have girlie sleepovers, things I wish I could have done. But as fate would have it my life was just one big train wreck.
My mother died when my little sister was born so it was just my dad, Olive, and I. My dad was devastated after her death and I stopped talking to humans, the only organism capable of getting my attention was my dog, Iroh (What? I liked that show). Iroh was my best friend and he would never leave my side, being a six year old girl I was very unconvincing when I wanted to go to a dogs allowed restaurant.
Olive, my little sister was the happiest little girl I had ever seen, until the day she started asking where mom was. The other kids at school had moms and she didn't, why? Well when we told her, my adorable little five year old sister was thrust into a depression. Being five years old the doctors couldn't prescribe anything so she was a loner. She never made any friends and never talked. She refused to let my father worry about her so she would always end up crawling into my bed with me. We purchased a second Siberian husky for Olive, that she eventually named, Opsie- daisy.
Olive did eventually overcome her depression and life moved on. We were happy and all was normal, until my fifteenth birthday. I had finally made new friends, they were great, that's what I thought. Here and there I noticed a few things like they would smoke, or they did drugs but that didn't bother me much. For my birthday my friends threw me a huge party, half of the school attended. I was having a wonderful time, it was way past my curfew but I didn't care, I thought I deserved a long night out.
By 2 am people were starting to slow down, but only a few people left. One of my friends had offered me some punch; of course I took it thinking that he was a trustworthy guy. Well the next morning I woke up sore all over and lying completely naked in a bed.
My dad had picked me up at first extremely pissed that I hadn't called but after I told him what happened he sat with me in our living room rocking me to sleep. You may think 'oh that's terrible. She must have been traumatized' but that's not the end of how my life got completely screwed up.
About a month after my fifteenth birthday I was sitting in a doctor's office twiddling my thumbs while my dad paced the floor. The doctor walked in and frowned when he looked at me.
"Seattle… you're pregnant."