All American girl: Number 3, UNEXPECTED PROBLEMS

by Miri.Lisa.Jane

What's happened? Sam's got twins, one's dying, she's being bashed and it's all because of David! He's turned crazy and they can't seem to stop him not that he's living on the streets. None of this is helping Sam's pregnancy. Where's the end line?

1. Chapter 1

All American Girl: Number 3, UNEXPECTED PROBLEMS

'Sam… You really did?' Asked Lucy, eyes huge

'Yes, but I was so happy, I completely forgot about the packages you bought me and now…'

'You're pregnant?'

'I'm pregnant.' I said

OK so I know that was so stupid of me to tell Lucy, let alone forget the packages in which I'd spent hours staring at before I went with David to Camp David! But I guess I really wasn't responsible enough to do what I did. Even though David didn't actually think that we were going to Do It that Thanksgiving. I had completely misunderstood what David had meant. But it seems now that we've done it anyway and now I've ended up with a problem I was hoping not to cross lines with.

'You have to tell mom, Sam! Or dad,' Lucy said

'Lucy! How can I? They'd kill me!'

'They'll notice the baby bump sooner or later, Sam. Oh my God what're you going to wear when you're that big anyway?'

'Lucy!' I yelled 'Fashion is hardly the problem right now.'

'You're right.' She replied 'You have to call David.'

'I know, but what if the press have tapped my mobile? They might know! Then they'll have a field day. Especially after the President's new family first campaign.'

'Stop being paranoid, Sam.' Lucy said firmly 'And it doesn't matter, they're going to find out sooner or later.'

'Shut up.' I retorted 'Give me my phone and leave, Lucy, you're no help.'

'OK, sorry.' Lucy replied handing me my phone.

I took it from her perfect hands and stared at it on my doona cover for ages. Finally, after what seemed like hours I dialed David's number with shaky fingers. I let it ring three times but hung up before he could speak to me. What was I thinking? Me, Samantha Madison was pregnant with the President's son's child! I was going to seriously die. I couldn't call David, not now. Before I could think any more about the subject I checked the clock and noticing it was 3.30pm I got dressed in my black Nike shirt that David loved so much and walked out the door with my sketch book. At Susan's art class, all I thought of was art, not anything else. I decided I'd tell David when we went for dinner, after the class. It had to be out in the open, I had to tell him.