Okay, so this is just another random oneshot - this just resulted from some inspiration I had at the time - it can be made into a story with several chapters if it is requested. Review it and let me know what you think and check out my other stories. AnythingButOrdinaryGirl x

Harsh Realities

Her life was about to change. She was an intelligent and sensible girl who had always dreamt of her own fairytale but she was about to learn that life is far from a fairytale in a book.

As she sat at her dresser, she looked down at the object in front of her - the small object that would determine how the rest of her life would turn out. As she waited, she moved her head up to meet the mirror in front of her, her usual mocha orbs were glazed over and showed her fear – they showed her at her most vulnerable. She was seventeen years old for crying out loud - she shouldn't even be in this position, yet here she was and there was nothing she could do about it. She didn't really need the object in front of her to tell her anything if she was honest, she already knew deep down what the truth was yet she wanted to be proved wrong, by some miracle she was hoping her gut instinct was wrong – for once.

As she moved her head back down towards the object in her trembling hands her thoughts wandered and she found herself thinking about how she had come to be in this situation.

She had always been a good girl, a straight 'A' student and model daughter to her loving parents, she was never in with the bad crowd nor did she ever rebel against her parents like most teens. She was an intelligent and petite olive skinned brunette with beautiful dark chocolate eyes and an addictive personality to match. She was definitely blessed, yet still she never took a large interest in the guys who wanted to get with her, instead preferring to concentrate on her studies. They'd moved here a while ago now, one and a half years ago to be precise, after her parents decided they were fed up of the city life and wanted to live in the town where they had been raised as children. She'd heard so many stories about the place that she was actually looking forward to going there, it sounded so wonderful and peaceful compared to the city. Don't get her wrong, she loved the city but somehow she craved silence and serenity more than she did the hustle and bustle of the city.

She had settled in well, she loved the town, the house and even the school was better than her previous one. She had made great friends too, a group of them hung out together like they had known each other forever and she couldn't have been happier. Yet she had grown closer to one of her friends more than the others; he was funny, smart, athletic and very caring too, all traits she adored and they found themselves spending most of their time together. Before long the friendship had flourished into a budding romance and the two proved to be perfect for each other. She had always been told fairytales as a child and had hoped that she herself would have her own fairytale one day and she believed that that was what was happening at that moment – her own dream come true, her fairytale, her own happily ever after. However now that fairytale appeared to be becoming twisted and skewed, feeling more like a nightmare with no happily ever after in sight.

She had never dreamt it would turn out like this, she had always been sensible and they had always been sensible together, yet somehow one night left her facing the biggest challenge of her young life.

She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at the object in front of her and she froze as her worst fears were confirmed. She couldn't believe it, her gut had told her this was the result yet she was still shocked and struggled to process the information. Before long she felt hot tears run down her cheeks onto the tiny object that had just determined her future, this wasn't supposed to happen to the good girls, she wasn't supposed to be in this predicament at such a young age, she wasn't supposed to be faced with this responsibility. Yet 'supposed to' was not going to help her now, she had to face facts.

Still staring at the object in her hands she thought about how this wasn't the way her fairytale was supposed to happen - she wasn't supposed to end up pregnant.