Disclamer: I don't own any of Twilight or the characters. I only own Raven.
I should first introduce myself. My name is Raven Grant, and my whole life had been planned out for me since I was little. I was to graduate high school, go to college, become a doctor, marry, and finally have children, but somewhere along those lines, something got messed up. I was trained since the fifth grade to get the top scores of my classes, and from then on, I've been on honor roll, and to of my classes. I was never one to be loud or outgoing. Heck, I barely even speak to any of my peers. The only one who I did talk to was my best friend Kimberly Matthews. She and I were so alike in the way of not liking to be noticed.
Now my final year of high school and my parents were pressuring me to keep my grades perfect. My parents where really prepared for me becoming valedictorian of my class at La Push High School. Not likely that anybody but Kim will know who I am though. Either way, I was right on track for this goal, but that was until that one faithful night at the All Senior Homecoming Party.
Everyone was at this party, and Kim and I decided to go because it was our final year in high school. We dressed up, nothing too slutty. I wore a dark blue V neck sweater with a pair of skinny jeans and ballet flats. My hip length black hair was let down from its normal ponytail, and curled in large barrel curls with my bangs sweeping over my right eye. My makeup was mocha eye shadow, black eye liner, mascara, and clear lip gloss. Kim said it this way made my light blue eyes pop.
Kim was wearing a pink polo shirt, a pair of faded flair jeans, and her favorite pair of pink converse. Her shoulder length hair was flipped out at the ends, while her bangs fell directly into her eyes. She had light pink eye shadow with mascara. Her lips where glossed a clear pink gloss. All in all, we didn't look like our usual selves.
We didn't plan on drinking anything, and getting completely drunk. I certainly didn't plan on ending up in bed with an equally drunken Paul Lahote. One fact that should be known about Paul Lahote and that is his fiery temper. Don't worry I wasn't forced into bed by him. Nope, complete opposite. It was sort of a drunken mutual agreement.
Next morning, I woke up with a massive hangover, and wrapped up in Paul's arms. I didn't want to face the embarrassment of him walking up, so I slipped out of his arms, and quickly dressed and left. I was relived to find Kim pass out in the car with all her clothes still in tack. I woke her up, and we drove back to her house.
Weeks later, and I sit in my bathroom with the test in my hands. Not the normal tests that I'm use to. Nope not math or science, it was a pregnancy test. If it where a math or science test, I'd be ecstatic of the results, but not in this case. A small plus sign glared up at me from the white stick.
A knock came to my bathroom door and Kim's timid voice asked softly, "Rae, what does it say?"
I opened the door and stood in front of her. "It's positive, I'm pregnant."