Oh, God, I just know he's going to kill me now.

I know he thinks that it's my fault, even though he keeps telling me that he doesn't.

During spring break, Dad and I went to Hawaii for a vacation. While we were there, I started having nightmares, and I finally had to break down and tell him what was going on.

I had to tell him that I kept getting sick in the morning, and we found out why. I'm pregnant.

This can't be happening. I'll be 15 next June, but I know that I am too young to be having a baby.

I know that Dad blames me, and so will the rest of the gang when they find out. Why does this stuff keep happening to me?

What is it about me that attracts trouble?

All I can remember is that Terry jumped me just after school, and I fought him as he pulled my shirt off. After that everything goes black until I look up to find Stretcher leaning over me. After that, everything goes black again until I wake up in a bed in the infirmary and Dad is looking like crap, to put it mildly.

I'm so confused. I don't know what to do. My life is going fine, and then boom, all of a sudden, I don't know up from down or right from left. What am I going to do?

How can I prove to Dad and the rest of the gang that I'm not the failure that they consider me to be? How can I prove that I'm capable of dealing with things myself?

I got homework to go do, so I'll close this out and go finish it.