They always say that the mirror lies, but this time, I can't quite say that. When I looked at it 4 months ago, I would say that I was an average lookng person. Everything about me was average. Well, except for who my boyfriend was. My name's Gabriella Montez. And I have a secret – I'm pregnant.

I haven't told anyone yet. Not my mom, my friends. Or the person I should have called the second I found out - Troy. Troy's the father of the baby. Which is why I should have told him right away, but I'm scared. We broke up. And when we broke up, it was nasty. We got into this fight. Threw things, screamed. I'm surprised the neighbors didn't call the cops. I'm sure they were tempted to. My mom threw Troy out of the house, but I was still heart broken. I loved him. We had been together for 3 years. Sometimes, I sit and just think about the way our relationship used to be, and I smile. I'm 17 now. I'm almost done my junior year of High School. I've been isolating myself from my friends - they'd know something was wrong instantly if I came around to hang out. They call, and call, but I'm just not ready to tell them; I'm not ready to pick up the phone.

My mom is going to be the hardest one to tell. Emotionally wise, I mean. She's going to be so disappointed in me. The hardest part will be the look on her face. But that's the first person I'm going to tell. She's the person I trust fully, and I have to have faith that she'll still support me; even though I know she shouldn't. When she finds out who the father is her blood will boil. She's going to make me tell him when I tell her. I guess that's not unrealistic. I should have told him already. But, I didn't. I didn't tell anyone and now I have to do it. I'm starting to show, and my mom's already been commenting on my big baggy sweaters in Summer.

I could go on, and on, but it was time to put the baggy, heavy sweaters back on and head to school. Luckily I could avoid early morning conversations with my mom because I can drive, and leave before the blink of an eye. I pulled the black Wildcats sweater over my head and flipped my hair over my shoulders. Not noticeable. I walked out of my room, catching a glimpse of my mother in the kitchen. "Good morning." She spoke calmly as I passed the kitchen and headed towards the door.

"Morning." I spoke quickly to give off the impression that I was in a hurry. I never was though.

"How'd you sleep?" She said, yet again, in a calm voice as she turned to face me. My mother was beautiful. A lot of people say I look just like she did at my age, but I have a hard time believing it. Like me, she has long black hair. A little bit shorter than mine, though. We're the same height. Around 5'3".

"Good." I lifted up my voice, still acting as if I was in a hurry. I've been putting up this 'in a hurry' act for so long, I know she bought it.

"Are you going to eat?" She turned her back to me and faced fridge.

"No," Grabbing my bookbag, I reached for the doorknob. "I'm not hungry, but thanks. I have to go. Love you. Bye." I didn't wait for her to respond. I pretty much ran to my car, and left as fast as I could. I always stop off and get something to eat on the way to school. This whole thing became a routine. And tonight, I would have to make up some excuse as to why I skipped school. I have an ulrasound appointment today. I've already been able to hear the babies heartbeat. I kept my cool in the room, but it sure was amazing to know that a living, breathing, human being was growing inside of me. When I got back into my car I sobbed. It was a mixture of happy tears, and frustrated tears. I wish I could just tell everyone already. I'm tired of doing this by myself.

...

When I got to school, everything was normal. I felt a bit nauseous, but I did pretty much every day. It wasn't from morning sickness anymore. During those times, my mom thought I had the flu and let me stay home. The sickness was mostly from being worried sick that some way, some how, someone is going to notice, and I'm going to have no choice but to explain myself right then and there.

I had English first period. Which was nice. I'm good at English, and in all of my classes I still have good grades. Thank God I had gym last semester though. I walked into the classroom, not speaking to anyone, as usual. Troy was in my English class though. I don't know how I even pass this class with such good grades, half the time I'm staring at him. His messy 'I don't care' hair. His deep blue eyes. Troy Bolton was definetly a catch. And all I can ever think about when I look at him is how he used to be mine. And, the fact that the baby I'm carrying is his. I sighed and looked down at my notebook.

"Gabriella!" A cheerful voice called. It was Sharpay. Blond and bubbly. She normally did this in the mornings, but I didn't really give her much to start a conversation. She used to be my best friend. Before I started isolating myself. Before I was pregnant.

"Hi." I tried to make my voice lifeless at school. People would get bored then, and leave me alone. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Let alone happy people who seemed to not have a care in the world. She sat down in the desk in front of me, which was unusual. Normally she sits with her other friends, who used to be my friends too.

"I miss you." She blurted out, turning around. "A lot." She looked directly into my eyes, and I had to look away. I used to tell her everything. We used to be like sisters. Truth be told, I hated keeping this from her. When she looked at me the way she was, it almost felt worse than lying to my mother.

"I miss you, too." I looked down and prayed the bell would ring soon.

"Let's do something this weekend! Go see a movie, go out for dinner. Anything. I feel like we need to catch up." I poked on a piece of paper with my pen, thinking of an excuse I haven't told before. Or maybe just one I haven't used in awhile. But when I looked up to pull it, I couldn't lie and use those excuses anymore.

"Alright." I managed to say, forcing a soft smile. This was going to be the weekend I told everyone.

...

The day flew by and before I knew it, it was time to go to get my ultrasound done. I should only be getting 2 ultrasounds done, but I actually thought I was going to lose my baby before. That's the only reason I had the first one done. I don't want to talk about that feeling though.

I approached the building and went through my appointment; no problems. I find that I'm always at a loss for words whenever I hear the heartbeat. And actually see the reality of the situation. After this appointment, I decided that today was the day to tell my mom. And, maybe if that went well – I'd call Troy today, too.

I breathed in deeply as I drove up the driveway to my house. I was going to do it. Now. Right now. I sat in my car, even after I turned the ignition off for about 15. How was I supposed to just walk in there and look at my mom and say 'hey Mom, I'm pregnant. 16 weeks. 4 months. Sorry I didn't tell you sooner. Wish I had.' I gripped the handel to open the door and decided to wing it. I wanted to get this over and done with. I couldn't even sleep at night; the guilt ate my thoughts away. And my ability to have an apitite. I got out of the car and approached the door. Turning the knob as if I was walking to my doom. I'm over thinking this, I know I am. I walked in with a deep sigh and found my mother sitting at the kitchen table. "Hi." I blurted out. She turned to look at me and smiled with a slight content sigh.

"Gabi," She said softly. "You're home an hour late. Where were you?" She didn't sound worried. I went and sat down across from her, tensing up. "What is it?" I guess she could tell in my eyes that I just wanted to break down and cry. I just wanted a hug and someone to tell me that this was going to end up all right.

"Mom," My voice cracked. I was on the verge of tears. "I'm pregnant."