A/N: Sorry, another short chapter! But I want to end the chapter where I end it for suspense... Anyway, sorry for not updating sooner, I started school again. (ugh.)

Princess Pinky: Once again, I'm glad to hear I'm keeping Phoebe in character! Thanks for the Kudos!

Lili: Wow, you only just read the beggining of this and already I'm being called a great author! Thank you! Please continue reading!

CHAPTER FIVE- WORRIES

February 26, 1997

Until a day or so ago, I was still reeling from the fact that Prue actually did something nice for me after that party. Thanks to her, no one else ever found out that Katie was gone that night. I can't believe I'm actually thanking Prue… Well anyway, now something else is occupying my brain. I can't concentrate in school or anything, I'm so worried. Oh God, this is bad. I think I'm pregnant. This is the scariest thing that's ever happened to me. And I was so drunk at that party that I can't even remember who I slept with, all I know is I slept with someone! God, it's all just so hazy… I wish I could remember. And I wish I knew if I'm pregnant or if I'm just late. I hope so bad I'm just late. I didn't even want to write about this until now because I'm scared Prue or Grams will read it. Can you imagine how mad they'd be? But now I have to write it, I have to vent. Oh God, what am I going to do? In nine months, I could have a child. Oh man, Prue and I were just maybe starting to get along, and now this happens? She'll never let me live it down, ever. And if Grams finds out, I think it'll give her a heart attack. That would be the worst thing ever, killing my grandmother and then having a baby. What am I going to do? People would taunt me so much in school, they'd call me a skank… and what if Grams doesn't support me? What if she throws me out in the streets, or… I can't even think of the "what ifs" right now. I'm too worried about all of this. And Katie's mom will probably not let us be friends anymore, and the whole church community and everyone will glare at me, and I'll look really, really bad at Prue's wedding (if she even invites me), and what if I end up having to find out who the father is on Maury or something? Okay, I know I'm getting carried away here. Everything might be fine. But what if it's not? A kid is the last thing I need right now. I swear, there will be no time in my life where I will be on my knees begging for a child. Never. I, Phoebe Halliwell, do not want, and never will want children.

A/N: He he he, a cliffhanger! Enjoy the suspense! (If you thought this was suspenseful, that is. Well, whatever...)