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Viva La Revolution!
Footsteps
Prologue
The small pencil shaped stick in her hand shook slightly as her fingers quivered around it. The small tube was upside down, the top of the stick flat against her hand. This was it. She had to turn the test over, look to see what it said.
Oh please...oh please...please let it be negative, she prayed in the silence of her own mind. Please...please, God...
Taking a deep breath, she turned the test over, clenching her eyes shut as she did so.
Please, please, please, please...
Slowly, the air was released from her lungs, shuddering and tinged with a hint of a sob. Her heartbeat banged in her ears, her blood rushing through her veins to the point that she could almost hear it. Every nerve in her body was strung tighter then any wire.
Please, please, please...
Slowly, she cracked her eyelashes, and then her eyelids, her dark blue eyes landing on the small white box where her future was written.
Please, please, please...
An innocent blue plus mark stared back at her.
Positive.
Fifteen-year-old Brooke Linar let the stick fall from her hand to hit the floor of her family's bathroom, tears coursing down her face.
Positive.
The test of was positive.
She was pregnant.