The Brighter Side

I wrote this chapter for an English assignment I had and I have spent months trying to figure out if I should continue this as a fanfiction story. I hope you like it. I already have three chapters written.

As I stared into the glass window at the round chubby faced blue eyed little boy lying in the crib, I realized that I could no longer pretend this never happened. I, Shar, a high school Junior was now a mother. I never thought this would happen to me, I was as a straight A student, extremely involved in school, and had never had a detention in my life. I guess I should start at the beginning and tell you how all this happened.

It was the beginning of summer break, me and my friends had decided to go to the neighborhood pool, to flirt with boys and get a tan at the same time. That was where I saw him; he was on the lifeguard stand by the diving boards. He had to be the hottest guy I had ever seen, he had short black hair that was spiked up, tanned skin and a body of someone who worked out daily. He didn't notice me staring at him seeing that he was too busy watching all the people on the diving boards. I showed him to my friends and we decided that I should get his attention, so off we went to the diving boards.

After a few minutes I noticed him watching me more then the other people, I pretended like I didn't notice as I climbed up the ladder steps, as I got ready to jump I gave him a flirty smile, and a little wave and jumped. After I climbed out of the water my friends and I decided to go get something to eat, as we were laughing over how our English teacher had flipped out after hearing a phone go off in class, I felt a shadow come over me, I looked up to see the guy I had been trying to get attention of for the past hour standing in front of me.

"Mind if I sit?" The Greek god asked. Do I mind? Does he even have to ask?

"No, go ahead." Was that my voice? I was sure if I ever got to speak to him it would sound all shaky and squeaking. After talking to him for a few hours, I found out that his name was Blake, he was a sophomore in college, and most importantly . . . he was SINGLE!! Cha-Ching! I ended up giving Blake my number after agreeing to go to the movies with him that weekend.

Everything was going fine, until the third month we were dating, my best friend, Chloe, had came up to me that day at school and told me that she had saw Blake at the movies making out with another girl. Now me being a teenage girl in love, jumped to conclusions, I was set on the idea that Chloe was just jealous of mine and Blake's relationship, that I had an older college boyfriend and she didn't, I thought that Chloe was just trying to get me to break up with Blake so she could go after him. If only I had listened to her, none of this would have happened. I ended up going to Blake's house that night and while we were watching a movie in his room I started thinking about what Chloe had told me. Was this true? Was Blake really cheating me? I felt Blake press his lips to my forehead and whisper 'I love you' in my ear and I instantly felt horrible for thinking he would cheat on me.

I found out the truth the same day I found out that I was pregnant I went over to Blake's house, crying, to tell him. I knocked on the door to see it swing open at my touch, thinking this was weird I shouted 'Hello.' No response. I went up to his room to see the door closed, so I knew he must be in there, he was probably just working on his homework and didn't hear me come in. I opened the door and froze at what I saw; there, my boyfriend was and the father of my baby, going to third base with his neighbor. I couldn't believe this, after four months of dating, and me losing my virginity to him and getting pregnant, what Chloe had told me all those months ago was true? I couldn't believe myself; I didn't know whether to start crying even more, or to yell at him. After a few seconds of just standing there, the girl looked me squared in the face and said 'your girlfriends here' she knew Blake had a girlfriend but yet she's helping him cheat? When Blake looked at me I just shook my head with more tears running down my face and raced out of his house and to my car. This is it. I was now going to be a single teenaged mom in seven months. How did I let his happen? Why didn't I listen to Chloe? I had lost my best friend over the truth?

I looked at the house in front of me; I knew she was home since her bedroom light was on, but would she want to see me? Would she forgive me? I took a deep breath and said a quick prayer and knocked on the door.

"What are you doing here?" Chloe said with her hands on her hips, but when she saw my crying she lowered her hands.

"You were right . . . He was cheating on me, I can't believe I didn't listen to you. I'm so sorry." I said, I looked up at Chloe and after a few seconds took the few steps between us and gave me a bone crushing hug. I wrapped my arms tight around Chloe and cried harder. "I'm pregnant" I whispered in her ear. Chloe just pulled me closer not knowing what to say.

For the next few months I tried to pretend nothing was wrong, but that's kind of hard when you're pregnant and every day you gain more and more weight. On June 6 at two in the after noon my water broke and I finally had to admit to myself that this really was happening; I was going to be a mom in the next few hours. Chloe came with my mom and me to the hospital; she held my hand the entire time. No one brought up Blake, which I didn't mind at all, if he was willing to cheat on me then he doesn't have the right to know that he was going to be a father.

No one ever tells you how painful labor really is, it is like being on fire times ten. My mom kept telling me that it would all be worth it when I saw my baby's face for the first time. That didn't sound like a good enough reason to me, I wanted the pain to stop and I wanted it to stop now! At 4:15 on June 7, my son, Owen, entered the world. When I first saw him I started crying, it had finally sunk in that I was a mom, a single mom, a single teenage mom. When the nurse handed him to me I just starred at him for what felt like forever, after fourteen hours of labor it really did feel worth it. I looked over at my mom and noticed that she too was crying, she looked me in the eyes and said "I'm so proud of you" she must have seen the fear in my eyes for she gave me a kiss on the forehead and said "You can do this, I believe in you"

And I believed it, I knew right then and there that I could do it; I would be the best mom I could be to Owen. He was going to grow up with a mom and grandma that would love him no matter what. This was the beginning to the best years of my life. As I looked down into Owens sleeping face, I realized that if I ever got the chance to redo the last year of my life, I wouldn't change a thing, even through my boyfriend cheated on me, I got the love of my life out of it, so it was worth it.