I woke up next to the boy I never expected this to happen with. The boy who was my partner one day and now I don't even know where things sit now. I sit up slowly looking to my left down at him with the most worried look on my face. All these questions popped in my head. What if he leaves and doesn't say anything to me for the rest of my life? What if he tells everyone? What if I'm…no…no, no, no, no, no, no, NO! I get out of bed and sneak into my parents' room. Good thing both of them have early shifts at sonic boom. I run in their bathroom and go in the medicine cabinet. I pick up the box that I never thought I've had to hold at this age. "Results in five minutes!" I said as I cautiously read the box. I took the test and waited for what seemed like forever. I checked it one last time. The test read positive. I stared at the test with tears forming in my eyes. I shook the stupid test and threw it on the floor. As I grab another test and waited another 5 minutes. I close my eyes hoping that it was negative. Noooo….no…why it still positive? I felt me losing my balance. I hit the floor. Hard. "Ally are you ok?" Austin said with a caring tone. He must have woken up. "Uh…yeah everything's fine. Just …um slipped. No biggie" I said hoping he would buy it. "Ok just be careful Alls". Finally the tears fell. I couldn't take it anymore. I opened the medicine cabinet again and got a blade. I took it and made 3 deep but small cuts on my forearm. I dabbed it dry and put make-up on it to cover the blood and the new and previous scares. Yeah that's right I, Allyson Marie Dawson, have been cutting myself since the fourth grade ever since people teased me and called me names and said I was anorexic because I was too skinny. Although I was, I never told anybody. It was me, Trish, and my parent's secret. I became anorexic when I was really depressed after Dallas cheated on me with Cassidy, the girl from Melany's diner. So, I stopped eating and stopped coming to school, so my mom took me to the doctor and I was diagnosed with anorexia. Trish was there with me every step of the way. Speaking of Trish, I needed to call her and tell her what happened.
"Aye, ally its 6:00 in the morning. Why so early? Someone better be dying!" Trish said yawning in between sentences. "No... but I think I might" I said to my Latina friend. "Why? Ally are you ok? What happened?" Trish said in a concerned, high pitched voice. "Trish… I took a pregnancy test and…" . "And..." Trish said in a trailing voice. " and… I think…..I'm pregnant"
