Chapter 1

What the hell was I supposed to do? I stood outside where Carrie White's house had once stood. So much had just been thrown on me. I couldn't take it all in. I just watched carrie commit suicide. I was at the school 20 minutes prior and witness carrie kill all of my friends and my boyfriend of almost four years. Most shocking out of everything, I was just told I was pregnant, by none other than Carrie white herself.

I got behind the wheel of my car and just broke down. I couldn't control the sobs escaping my mouth. I had never had this much to cope with or even half this much. I pulled out my phone to text tommy, and quickly realized even that was no longer an option. I threw my phone down and just let the tears run down my checks.

I wanted to see tommy. I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to feel him embrace. I'd never get to do any of that again. I'd never get a text from tommy again. I'd never watch him play lacrosse after school. He'd never come by my house late at night with a bunch of roses and a plan for a late night outing.

Thinking about tommy my hand ventured down to my stomach. With all that had happened tonight, there was no way I was pregnant on top of that!... right?

I started my car and just drove. I drove past the school. Firemen and policemen were all around the scene. I past the gas station where chris had died. Still sobbing I pulled into a convenient story parking lot. I glance at the mirror. I'm a wreck, but I don't care. I need answers and I don't think they can wait. Better now than never.

I picked up a pregnancy test. Not knowing anything about them or what worked, I bought three different kinds. I set them on the counter and paid for them, not making eye contact with the older lady obviously trying to figure out how I old I was.

I got back home and sat outside for a few minutes. I needed to collect myself. Luckily I had been in such a hurry to get to the school after getting Chris's text I didn't bother to put any makeup on. My face was red and my eyes were puffy. I could barely breathe and my head was spinning. I was lucky I didn't pass out right there behind the wheel.

I rushed in the house. Luckily my mom had fallen asleep in front of the TV, Which was now on the news showing coverage of the school. The death count was still on the rise. A lump hit my stomach when I thought about one of the deaths being Tommy.

I closed the bathroom door quietly behind me. You could tell I had been a hurry to get out. Clothes were all over the floor. Everything was a mess. I cleared a spot on the counter to open up the different boxes. The instructions were just a mess of words right now. My head was like a bowl of soup. I was reading the words but it made no sense.

Suddenly everything started to come up. I felt nauseous. That lump in my stomach was making its way to my chest. I threw myself to the floor just in time to vomit.

"Honey,*knock knock* are you okay?" my mom said from outside the door.

"shit," I said under my breath. "Yeah, I'm fine, just… uh… I don't feel so good. I'm probably just gonna go to bed"

"okay, let me know if you need anything," she said.

I took a second to focus. Okay, I didn't need to read instructions. Who by the age of 12 doesn't know how to take a pregnancy test just from media? I pulled out the sticks, and tried my best to take them. I was shaking so bad it was difficult. I set them facing downward on the ground next to me. Curled up and cried.

The five minutes waiting for those tests were the longest minutes of my life. I'm shaking, I'm crying, I'm still nauseous, and all I want is Tommy to call me.

At last time was up. I cleared my eyes best I could. Still they were blurred by the tears still falling. I flipped them over. And that was it. I was 18 years old. The man I loved was dead. And I was carrying his child.