A/N PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! Yes, I am aware that there are a lot of glitches in the story. Say timing and details about the actual army. No, I'm not in the military. My cousin is, and my other one is in the Marines, and my other one is going into the Air Force. So I'm only informed so far. Yeah, In reality they don't go to a bus station, I know that they go to a air port and crap like that but I just didn't feel like writing it. OH, and I know that her dad would leave WITH the group of men, but I realized while I was writing that I wanted to get her dad out of the picture for now. I didn't want the story to be based on the details of the Military because its more about John and Savannah. And I let her dad let the 'sex' go because I didn't want that hassle to write around him. Consistency is the key and if I just stopped writing about him then I would eventually piss myself off. Excuse my lack of knowledge. In this story, I am trying to improve my writing skills so please bare with me as I learn though each chapter correct grammar usage. & if you were wondering I'm going into the Marines.

So it didn't work when I tried to post it as a review but this is a infantry shirt.

I really do appreciate all the constructive criticism; in the long run it will only help me become a better writer. And I thank all of you for you're help.

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I ran my fingers though my hair, a nervous habit I had picked up from my mother. I wanted to walk away from this situation, but I knew I couldn't. Being pregnant was not on my to-do list as a 16 year old girl going on 17. Nothing in this world scared me more than being a parent.

"Savannah Curtis how could you be so irresponsible?" Aunt Sarah spoke; she put down her cooking utensils as she turned to face me.

"Are you on the pill?" She asked. With my lack of answer and the complete silence in the room, she had gotten the hint that I was saying 'No'.

I grabbed my stomach before looking up at her, a tears forming in my eyes. "I'm not pregnant" I shook my head in disbelief. The timing was more than impossible for me to be pregnant, and I was going to stick to that story no matter what happened.

"When did you have do it?" Sarah sat on the counter staring me down as if she were trying to see into my soul.

"Well once, about 3 weeks ago…then before he left a week ago…" I smirked at her, but the smirk soon faded when she put a finger up to stop me from talking.

"Have you missed your…you know? Because that first time 3 weeks ago could ruin you're whole life" She stated, but incorrectly. Though I was not ready to have a child, if it was with John then it would not ruin my life. Maybe it would be a major speed bump, but nothing that we couldn't work though together.

"I don't know…I should be on it now. Ill probably start tomorrow. Stop trying to scare me!" My eyes widened at her as I gave her the death stare then walked away. Though Aunt Sarah was fun, and the 'Cool Aunt' she was very realistic when it came to situations. But in all truthfulness; I didn't want to hear it right now.

"Savannah, I'm not trying to scare you. I just want you to be aware!" I heard her shout from the kitchen, but I just ignored her. I didn't want to deal with the judgment.

I sat down in my bed, thinking over all the possible outcomes of me actually being pregnant. I thought of John leaving me, witch broke my heart just to think about it. I thought about not telling anyone and just leaving but in the long run I knew that would be a mistake. Then lastly I thought about adoption, it was better than abortion, witch I would never pick, but then I realized that I would want to know my child…not know about my child.

I began to feel a burning sensation in my eyes as they began to fill with water as the reality of being pregnant kicked in. A few tears fell from my eyes as I looked across from me into the full length mirror that hung on my wall.

"Pregnant" I murmured out. Thoughts of being pregnant flew past my mind. The pain, the emotional trauma that would not only fall on me but John, my father, Kevin, Aunt Sarah…the thought of it killed me. The tears began to fall faster at the reality started to sink farther in. I was only 16, going on 17. I didn't have the funds or the resources to take care of a baby.

"Aunt Sarah" I shouted from my room, I heard the patter of her feet approach the room then she slowly opened the door just enough to poke her head in.

"Yeah baby girl?"

"Can you…uhm" I stuttered, I didn't ever think in a million years I would have to say those killer words. "Can you, pick me up a preg- a pregnancy test" I closed my eyes, trying to hold back the tears; but I wanted to know for certain.

"When was your last period?"

"Um…" I tried to think back, but I truly couldn't remember. "I don't know, before we had sex the first time I had just gotten off the day before"

"And you haven't had anything else since then?" Her eye brows turned into a curve.

"No" I looked down; I didn't even want to see the disappointment on her face.

"Ill will get you a test, don't you worry everything will be okay." She smiled then shut the door. I could tell she was trying to hide the emotions that were running though her mind and body. There was no way she could be this 'okay' with the situation, even if she was the 'coolest' Aunt in the world.

Once Aunt Sarah had left for the PX I left my room to head into the kitchen. Hmmmm… I ran my fingers across the handle bar of the refrigerator as I began my voyage to find a beverage

"Sunny D" I smirked to myself as I pulled it out of the cold and pouring it into a glass.

After taking a big gulp, I took the glass and walked into the living room. As soon as I sat down I heard the engine cut off to Aunt Sarah's car. Anxiety and fear rushed though my body. The door opened, and I saw Aunt Sarah's face. She raised her eyebrows and tossed me a 'Number One' pregnancy test.

She then walked off into the kitchen, I could hear pots and pants clash together as I walked towards the bathroom.

"Take the test, then come eat and well look at it after." She yelled to me as I was shutting the bathroom door. "Wash you're hands!" Her voice muffled though the door, making me drop my head.

"I'm about to be 17, I think I know to wash my hands" I whispered to myself before shouting "Okay!" I looked deep into the mirror and saw a face…but I didn't se me. Three months ago, I would have never thought that I would ever be in this situation and it scared me.

Once I took the test, I put the cap on and set it in the towel closet located in my bathroom. This was going to be the worst dinner of my life, and most likely the longest.

"Well, got that done with" I sighed, walking up to the sink and washing my hands.

"How long did it say to wait?" Aunt Sarah asked, in desperate need of conversation. Talking about babies was not on the check list for tonight's dinner.

"3 minutes" I dried my hands before sitting down at the table. She set down a plate of salad in front of me. "Salad?" I smirked, chuckling a little and picking up my fork.

"Yes salad. You're Aunt is a vegetarian now. No more steak" She sat down in front of me and began to eat.

"A Vegetarian?" This was coming from a woman who used to eat steak twice a week, so it took me by surprise.

"Yeah, I can't believe I used to eat steak all the time. It's a poor little cow."

"It's just a cow." I smirked, taking a bite. Though I was not a fan of salad, it was not that bad. With a hint of ranch and cheddar cheese it was delicious.

"God's cow, that's what it is." She raised her fork and pointed it at me, then dug it back into the green abyss.

"It's just a cow" I reiterated, I was glad that Aunt Sarah was master at getting my mind off bad things, and this Vegetarian act was working.

"You wouldn't like it if the cows were eating you, now would you?" She smirked, as if she had proven a point.

"See, that won't ever happen because, I Savannah Curtis live in a reality world where things are normal. But You my dear Aunt Sarah, live in veggie land; where the sun don't shine." I laughed stabbing my plate.

"Anyways, how is school going?" She asked, just for casual conversation.

"It's good. I can't wait for graduation next year. I'm just waiting to get the heck out of that place." I drug my fork along the empty plate and stood up.

"When do you turn 17?" She asked, as she stood up too and set her plate in the sink.

"June 5th." I smiled, excited for a year older.

"Wait, if you're 17, how are you graduating so soon?" She cocked an eyebrow in confusion.

"I skipped 3rd and 4th grade because my mother homeschooled me and we got those grades done in a year. I won't graduate in May like all the other graduates because I have credits that they don't. It will be around December, the end of the first semester." I was excited for college, even if it was only a Jr. College.

"That's really good." She spoke. I could hear the water run as I began to walk away.

I could feel my heart began to beat faster and faster as I approached the bathroom door. My hand wrapped around the door knob, turning it and swigging it open as if someone was in there to kill me. I stood in front of the closet door for a few minutes, staring at it. I was extremely unsure if I wanted to open it or not. You could say my fate was in that closet, the rest of my life depended on what that test said.

"Here we go Savannah, you can do it" I told myself as I opened the closet door. My hands were shaking as it went in to pick up the stick. Brining the test to my face, my eyes widened in confusion; I could not read the answer.

"What the heck does blue mean?"

A/N: This story may not end out the way you guys are expecting it to. I went back though and tried my best to fix all the grammar mistakes. If there are any please let me know and Review please. Sorry it was short, this chapter was more about explanation and a cliff hanger than it was a situation.