(Sorry if this sucks. This is my first fic ever. Woo! I have no idea where this story came from. Oh Well. If you don't like it then don't read it. If you do like it then you get a cookie. XD)
Disclaimer: I Don't own Rent. (Actually I do...the DVD. XD) Rent belongs to Jonathan Larson. RIP
On With the Story!
She sat on the bathroom floor. Waiting. It had been two minutes. Three more left. Then she'll find out. Honestly, She was scared of the truth. What if she was pregnant? How would it affect her? How could she live with herself if her baby was infected with AIDS? How was Roger going to take it? Would he be happy? Or would he hate her?
All these thoughts were going through the mind of Mimi Marquez. The 20 year old Cat-scratch dancer ex-junkie. She had missed a few periods and she kept on throwing up every morning. There was only one explanation. And she would find out in Two more minutes.
Was I capable of raising a child? What if I can't? What if I have the baby and then I turn out to be a terrible mother? Should I give it up for adoption? No, I could never give up my child. Abortion? Fuck no I can't even think of getting an abortion. That's just wrong. Ay dios¿Que puedo hacer? All these questions kept coming to her thoughts.
She wasn't a very patient person either. Every three seconds she took a look at the little stick that lie there on the bathroom counter. Finally, the five minute wait had come to a conclusion. The dancer closed her brown eyes and took a deep breath. She looked at the pregnancy test.
Positive.
Sorry that was so short. I guess it's just a start.
OH YES! Translations:
Ay dios¿Que puedo hacer?: Oh god, What should I do?
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