"Sam get up now!" I heard Melanie yell at me for the 100th time. I groaned and shoved my head father under my blanket. "Sam!" she yelled and pulled the blanket off me. "You're gonna lose you're job if u keep going in late." she said as I pulled myself into a ball. "Good!" I whine,"I dont even want this stupid job." Mel had made me get a job at Lettuce Eat Lunch. Why on earth would I want to work at a place that's all about salad?! "Fine, you can go live on the street then!" she huffed and walked out of the room. I heard her door slam shut.
I sighed and pulled myself out of bed. I walked to the bathroom and started the shower. I sat in it with the hot water beating down on me. After what seemed like forever, I got out and dried off. I put on my stripped red and white shirt and pulled on my black skinny jeans. "What the?" I started to ask when I couldn't get them buttoned. I stood in front of the full length mirror and realized my stomach was sticking out a bit, enough that my pants wouldn't button. I pulled and tugged on the stupid zipper and tried to get the stupid button through the hole but it just wouldn't go in. "Ugg! I'm getting fat!" I yelled. I tried on the rest of my jeans but they wouldn't fit either. I walked into Mel's room and took a pair of her pants. I pulled them on. They weren't baggy, but compared to my skinny jeans they were. At least they fit I thought as I pulled some bacon out of the fridge then left for work.
"Im going to the store. Want anything?" Mel asked me as I plopped down on the couch. "Yeah get me some chicken." I said,"And some pain relievers." "Why do you need that?" she asked me. "Cuz I'm hungry, duh!" "Not the chicken, the pain relievers!" "Oh, cuz my backs been killing me. And my feet have swollen to twice their size! I had to wear shoes to work today! Not BOOTS, SHOES!" "Umm, ok." Mel looked at me for a second too long, which made me squirm, then walked out the door. Ok then, I thought as I checked my phone. Ten voicemails from Carly, as usual. And a couple of texts too. Deleted them, then got in the shower.
"Here," Mel said as she dropped a bag on my stomach. I was asleep on the couch with only my underwear on. "What's this?" I ask when I notice it doesn't smell like chicken, or any kind of food for that matter. "Open it." she says as she walks into the kitchen. I open the bag and inside is no other than a pregnancy test. I stare wide eyed at it. "Are you going to take it?" Mel asks. "I'm not pregnant." I say. "Sam, your complaining of a sore back, swollen feet, and you were wearing my pants. It's only a matter of time before you start throwing up." "IM NOT PREGNANT!" I yell at her. "Ok, ok! But you can still check, just to be sure." I sit there, not sure if I want too. "I'm going out with some friends," Mel says,"Chickens in the microwave, call me if you need me." She walked out the door.
"Ok Sam, you can do it," I tell myself, staring at the stupid stick I was suppose to pee on. "That's all you have to do," I tell myself again and again. Ok, I think as I finally get the courage to do it. After I read the box. " Three minutes, that's it?" I set the timer then sit there for what feels like forever. What if I am? I start to think, what if I am and Freddie doesn't want a baby. What if Freddie doesn't want to be with me?! I got so wrapped up in my own thoughts that I jumped when the timer went off.
Slowly I picked up the pregnancy stick and looked at it.
