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Author's note: Hey guys! I'm baaack….and I've written you a new and improved story I'm pretty damn satisfied with how this first chapter turned out so I really hope you like it too! Anyway, enjoy!


1,347.

This is the exact number of evenly distributed black dots placed upon the large, white ceiling tiles in the small room of the doctor's office.

Now, how would I know this you may ask? Well for the past hour I've been waiting patiently, for lack of a better word, for the doctor to come back with my recent test results and I've counted… three times.

Annoyed, I begin to kick my feet in a rhythmic pattern on the back of the seat which I'm sitting on. You know, because every mature seventeen year old does this when they're bored.

As if on Que, the tall, thin, perfect looking man in white saunters into the room. He smooths out his short, brown hair and without a care in the world smiles at me, flashing his big pearly whites.

Oh how I loath him.

"Well, we got your test results back." He says in a low, sultry voice while leafing through a large stack of papers.

Suddenly, my kicking stops along with my heart. My already sweaty hands become even wetter with perspiration and I can feel my whole body begin to shake, causing the chair to do the same.

I breath in and out heavily attempting to somehow calm myself. Really, what's the worst that can happen? My life won't be over after finding out what's going on with me. So what if I've been feeling a little under the weather this past week? It's nothing big. I mean, it's not as if I'm pregnant or anything…

"You're pregnant."

Fuck.

At least, that's what I shouted inside of my head. On the outside, I can't say anything. My entire speech vocabulary has been thrown out the window, along with my once happy and perfect life. I look to him worriedly, searching for an answer, any answer to my, now, big problem that I'll be carrying with me for the next nine months.

The doctor begins to write something down profusely on his clipboard. He looks up at me.

"Well, this is not good. Being a pregnant teen in this day and age is a very serious thing." He says waving his right index finger at me while making a "tsking" sound.

I roll my eyes and have the urge to smack him right square in the jaw. Where did this guy go to medical school? Was it behind the dumpster outside of The Blue Point Diner? It's like he's giving me facts that I already know but in a more professional way.

"There are, however, a few ways in which we can deal with this …" He says as he hands me three pink pamphlets dealing with teen pregnancy in the 1960's.

I take them and sigh nervously as I twirl my long brown hair between my fingers (a nervous habit I've had ever since I was a little girl). My big brown eyes search steadily around the small, bright white room. I can practically taste f the churning bile at the pit of my stomach, slowly making its way to the top of my dry throat. My face is hot and my body, numb. I can't bear to hear this man speak anymore. I have to get out, now.

Suddenly, as if out of impulse, I quickly stuff the pamphlets on the top of my brown book bag, toss my long, grey coat over my shoulders and run out of the room.

The doctor calls out to me, "wait! Where are you going?"

"Anywhere but here!" I shout over my shoulders and run as fast as I can down the long narrow halls of the hospital.

I can feel the cool and crisp October air dance across my light skin as I push open the two wooden doors of Castle Rock Hospital. It feels so good to able to breathe again.

I glance around at the emptiness of the small town and start to walk in the direction of my home, which is on the other end of town; the wealthier part I might add.

The dead red and yellow leaves crunch under my feet as I walk. Thoughts are able to race through my mind now that I'm out of that stuffy doctor's office.

How did I, Grace Donovan, end up in this shitty situation? I mean, I'm student council president and head cheerleader for Christ sake! I'm the most popular girl in school. I've always gotten straight A's and not once have I ever drank, smoked or taken an ounce of drugs. I live in a very privileged and wealthy home with my parent's, both of who are avid Christians. If they find out that I'm having sex with my boyfriend, they will surely disown me, no matter how much they love him or not.

What the fuck am I going to do?

As these thoughts process through my brain a sudden jolt in my shoulder knocks me to the ground; the contents in my bag spilling everywhere.

"Jesus! Would you watch where you're going?" I shout angrily while trying to gather my things together.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't looking." says a low, male voice.

I look up, squinting my eyes, and see a tall, thinly muscular teenage boy standing directly in front of me.

He bends down and holds out his hand, "here let me help you."

My eyebrows furrow together as I get a better look at his face, "Chris Chambers?"

His blues eyes sparkle in the sunlight and his pink lips curl into a grin, "Grace Donovan…you actually remember me? Well, don't I feel special?"

Chris Chambers. He is one of the hottest guys at Castle Rock High but also one of the biggest losers. His best friend is comic book genius Gordie Lachance, a typical target for bullies. However Chris is always the one to defend him. Don't ask me why, he just does. We used to be great pals back in the day but then I grew up, got boobs and became popular. I don't have time for Chris and his lame friends so I ditched them.

I roll my eyes as he scratches his short, dirty blonde hair, "not now Chambers, I'm really not in the mood"

Still looking at me with those curious eyes of his he asks, "what's a girl like you doing in this part of Castle Rock? Shouldn't you be up with all of the other douchebags on the View?"

The View is what the wealthier part of Castle Rock is called and a lot of the poorer kids living here like to call us rich kids "douchebags". I mean, I don't know why, it's not our fault that our families have god jobs and can actually provide for their children unlike families like Chris'.

Chris' family is extremely poor, and by extremely poor I mean living with the sewer rats their so poor. His dad is known as the town's drunk and because of all his drinking, he lost his job which led to even more drinking and a regular beat down from him every single day. Chris' mother eventually fled the nest a couple of years ago and took his younger siblings with her. This left just Chris and his older brother "Eyeball" to look after themselves and fend off their angry father.

I sigh, "Well if you must know, I was here to do-"

But I stop mid sentence as I notice his hand reaching for the three pink pamphlets that the doctor handed to me earlier. The blood leaves my face and I sit there unable to move.

Move Goddammit! Get those papers before he reads them and reveals to the whole school the next morning that you're knocked up!

But I can't move. My expression turns to horror as he begins to read the papers, a confused look spreads across his face.

"Why do you have these papers on pregnancy?" He asks slowly.

Think of something, quick!

I stammer as excuses after excuses run through my head. A few seconds pass as I finally find the perfect one.

"It's for a school project that I'm doing…for school!" I say quickly.

Nice one.

He looks at me suspiciously and without a word, I snatch the papers out of his hand and stuff them into my bag. I then get up quickly, as does he and bite my lip, hard. Standing only a few feet away from each other, I awkwardly smile at him while avoiding any major and direct eye contact.

"Well, bye!" I shout while waving my hand slightly in the air as I walk past him.

I clutch my bag to my chest and hike my black skirt up as I make my way home, the colour in my face starting to slowly make its way back.

However, it quickly leaves again as I notice that out of the three pamphlets that there was, I only have two in my bag.


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