My life: fucked up ever since I was forced to marry Count Olaf a couple of months ago. And he deflowered me on our wedding night. My brother and sister were sent to an uncle's right after the ceremony.

I wake up at 5:30 am to take a shower, do chores, and make breakfast before I leave for school. I'm a freshman at Blyton High School. I play the cello in the orchestra. After school, I have 2 hours to myself to work on inventions and play my cello. I make supper for Olaf and I at around 6 pm.

After dinner, we go to our room and fuck. I tell him to use a condom so I don't get pregnant. He tells me sex is no fun with a condom.

A couple weeks later I missed a period. If I wasn't having sex, I wouldn't worry about it, since I've only had it for a year. But, since I am, I'm worrying: What if I'm pregnant?

Walking home from school, I stopped at Walgreens to buy a pregnancy test. When I got home, I took the test. After waiting 10 minutes, I read the test. There was a plus which means I'm pregnant.

Olaf was sitting on his raggety sofa, watching a dvd of South Park. I said "Olaf, look."

He replied, "Wait until this is over."

I said, a bit irritated, "Well, it's important."

He paused the DVD and asked, "What?"

I replied, "All our fucking without condoms possibly knocked me up."

He asked, "You mean you might be pregnant?"

I said, "Yes. I told you to use condoms."

He replied, "Go to your room."

I went into my room. I called Mr. Poe. He'll be picking me up and sending me to a boarding school for at risk girls. Thank God. The people at my present high school just need to transfer my transcripts to the boarding school.