Ok...We need to have a chat.
I know y'all love my stories. I know that. But I didn't get a SINGLE review. I'm going to go on strike. If you like my stories, at all, review! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! If y'all don't review...I might just have to kill off Tris, and a certain someone.
Enough of my ranting...BUT I HAVE GREAT NEWS!
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I AM PREGNANT!
So...Yay?
5 weeks later
I woke up with a strong urge to puke. I stumbled to the toilet, and then threw my brains out. Peeta came in, his face showing worry.
"Katniss? What's wrong?" Peeta came into the room, his face showing evident worry.
"I must've ate something funky…" I said as I threw up again. Peeta walked over to me and rubbed my back as I threw up. A sudden rush of worry rushed over me. Could I be pregnant? MY period was supposed to be… I counted mentally in my head. 5 weeks ago. Oh. My. God. I rushed out of the room and got my keys.
"Kat? Where are you going?" Peeta followed me out of the bathroom.
"I'm going to go see Madge. I'll see you later." I gave him a quick peck and then ran out of the room. A gust of cold air hit me straight in face and I ran to the car. I got in it, and put the key into the hole. The car groaned, then turned on with a squeak. I turned the wheel and then sped onto the road. I headed towards the department store. I looked both ways before walking into the store. A old lady was at the desk; she was sorting boxes. She looked nice enough.
"Excuse me. I-" My voice wavered. I stopped, and tried again.
"Excuse me, can you direct me to your pregnancy tests?" I said, avoiding eye contact with her. The lady looked up at me and gave me a sympathetic look.
"In aisle 7. Pregnant honey?" The woman said.
"Maybe. I don't know. Yet. Thank you." I said, embarrassed. I went and looked into aisle 7. I picked out one that said, New advanced Technology! Know within 2 minutes! I took it off the shelf and dug into my pocket and pulled out a crumpled $20 dollar bill. I shoved it in front of me and stared at the wall as the woman checked me out.
"Have a nice day. Come again soon. She smiled at me as I took the bag.
"Good luck dearie. You'll need it." I heard the lady say as I walked out of the pharmacy. I pulled into our house and exploded through the door and headed to the bathroom.
One pink cross.
I tried again.
Another one.
Pregnant.
I cry.
And sob.
What did I get myself into?
