Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.

I heard muffled noises in the room next to me. A woman sobbed happily as an ob/gyn pronounced her with a healthy baby girl three months away. I could hear what seemed like the father saying encouraging things to the pregnant mother. In the room on my right, I heard doctors talk to another woman about shots. I heard people walking in and out of doors, laughing, crying, and talking throughout those pearly-pink painted hallways. I would hear doctors talking about their patients, and, once in a while, an occasional scream from another patient below. Normally, someone wouldn't pick up those sounds by sitting in a cheaply designed waiting room chair, in a doctor's patient room, but I did.

I looked around the yellow room, eyeing the pictures and degrees of the doctors. I was only hoping to get some news soon. I really didn't want to keep my mom waiting any longer than I had to. When I came in after school, it was only four. But now, it was five-thirty. And the last I had seen the nurse was about an hour ago.

Maybe I was worrying too much. But what if my theory was right? What if I wasn't being delusional? I think I was right, if I can remember.

It was about two and a half weeks ago. It was at Stacy's party. It was named the beginning-of-the-year blow-out. When it was announced, some of the guys made bet that if they didn't get a blow job, they had to kiss a girl that nobody likes, Tierra Pornter.

Tierra wasn't as bad as people said she was. She just had a really crappy last name. And a weird, um, lifestyle….because she was a lesbian…who writes poems about lesbian love…who is now half woman and half man. She got her little "man-hood organ" two months ago, and she has served many girls since. She definitely still has boobs, but I guess she's a hermaphrodite. Enough said, and to shorten it up: she scares the hell out of everybody.

But I know I must be right…I know my body well enough. I drank about 4 beers, 2 wine coolers, and became a dope master for the night. Then I blacked out, and woke up in my room at about 3:30 in the afternoon the next day. A surge of dizziness had swept over my body, and walking was a dream. My mouth tasted funny, my tongue had become slimy and numb. My hands shook, and my head throbbed. My stomach was tight, and I felt so tired. I normally don't drink. It was a weird feeling to black out and have a killer hangover the next day.

My mom didn't have a clue. She and her new husband, Marcus, went to a retreat for the church for the weekend to "bond their marriage to become stronger lovers". They had only been married for a month until they started fighting. They cheated on each other, and then they realized that they were stupid after 6 months of fighting. I moved in with my mom, knowing that she probably would go insane without someone to talk to.

Marcus and my mom met at Applebee's on my 15th birthday. They became really good friends quick, considering Marcus came home with us that night. It was awkward for me because I spent the night at my mom's that night, in her two bedroom house. And they really liked each other, A LOT. It horrifying and disturbing how she could make some of those sounds…

My dad, on the other hand, wants little to do with me. His wife, though, loves me to death because my dad wants no more children. I have a half-sister that's his and another chick's, but I haven't seen her since I was about five, and she doesn't live around here, or with my dad. I guess she's married and has two kids already, and she's twenty-one. It's not that we don't want to see each other; it's just that we don't really know one another. And my dad's wife, well, she's had plastic surgery like no other person I know. She went to college to be a beautician, and works for Mary Kay, and she sells the make-up in sixty different towns, to rich women. Her name is Jessica Lynn, but we just call her Jess or JL. She always wants to do my hair and make-up, but I keep trying to say not today, because she yanks every imperfection (which to me is my whole body) out of me and makes me look like her own if she had her own. But my dad loves her to death, which I think is great if he's happy. JL has gotten him to ease up a little on smoking and drinking, so I think she's a good person for him to be stuck with.

I was scared to face the honest truth of my reality. What if I was right? What would I do then? How could I tell someone?

I heard a knock on the door. Assuming it was the nurse, I replied with "Yes, come in," because it was the best I could think of. I mean, the woman had taken forever to get my results. My important results…

A nurse with shoulder-height straight blond hair and sun kissed skin walked in, with a folder in hand.

"Sorry it took so long, the lab was slow today."

She closed the door, and smoothed her burgundy nurse outfit. I noticed a tattoo on her wrist, which looked like to be a name. The massive shiny diamond ring on her left hand made me feel insecure for some reason. She stood in front of me, and looked up with a comforting look.

"Destiny Maverick, right?" she asked.

Seriously? She can't realize that much? I mean, you went to friggin' medical school to also learn how to
"professionally" know which patient is who!

"Yes."

"I got the results, and shockingly you don't have alcohol or drug poisoning."

I sighed, so grateful I was wrong.

"And you were also wrong about the parasite feeling." She smirked my e.

I smiled bigger.

"So I'm done now? I can leave?" I asked, already standing up.

By the look on her face, she suggested I sat my ass back down.

"But, there's something else." She looked up, and smiled that comforting look again.

"What?" I swallowed hard.

"You're pregnant."