Chapter 4

There were a lot of things on my mind, most of them focusing around that fact that I may be pregnant. I was scared, petrified actually. I mean my period is late, but it could just be late, right? I couldn't focus at all during any of my classes. It's like my mind was a blank slate, only focusing on the possibility of having a child growing inside of me. I guess Manny could tell, because she kept asking me over and over if I was okay. I would say yes, just because I didn't want to talk about it, at all.

So that's why when the bell rang for lunch, I chose to spend mine in the MI Lab. Because I was there, Archie decided to stop home for lunch. I was going to do my research. I was too stressed to force anything into my stomach anyway. I quietly took a seat in the corner, completely far away from anyone who may walk in.

I began my search on early pregnancy symptoms. My eyes scrolled the screen over and over, taking every word and drilling it into my mind. I went through a number of different web searches just to see most of the early symptoms are completely the same as the others.

There were a lot of mentions of Morning Sickness. I haven't thrown up for months, but I did feel nauseated. Then again, that could just be from being stressed to the point of no return. Stress could most definitely make a person sick to their stomach. I'm sure every person has experience once in their life. The point of stress where they just feel sicker than sick. That's where I was. At least that's what I was telling myself.

Then there was a sore chest. My chest didn't seem sore, but then again I wasn't going to just grab my boobs in the middle of the MI Lab. Knowing my luck, I would do it only to have creeps like Derek and Danny happen to be walking by. That would just make everything awkward, but nothing felt too out of the ordinary with the girls. That relieved me somewhat. At least that was one thing I didn't have to worry about.

And last but not least was the frequent urination. To be completely honest, I haven't been paying attention to how many times I got up to use the bathroom at all. I guess it's one of those things where you just assume nothing's out of the ordinary, therefore you don't acknowledge it. I guess I'm going to go the rest of the day to see how frequent my bathroom pattern is. I'll use that to determine what I should do. I guess this might prove that this is all in my head.

The bell rang to dismiss class, snapping me back into reality. I was even sicker to my stomach than I was before. Apparently, my frequent trips to the bathroom were quite frequent. When that bell rang, I decided that maybe it's time for me to just take a pregnancy test, even though the thought made me feel worse. So I got up and made my way to my locker.

I put all my books away. I didn't have it in me to even attempt to do any homework tonight. My mind was far from school. I pulled my keys out of my bag and made my way out of school and to my car, going unnoticed by my friends. I pretty much rushed out before they even had the chance to find me.

I began my drive to the mall to stop in the drug store. I slowly made my way in and scanned the aisles for any Degrassi students. I knew that if I was spotted, rumors would spread and boy would they spread quite fast. That's the last thing I want, let me tell you. I slowly made my way to the family planning aisle. It was such a scary aisle to me. For women who were dying to be mothers, this aisle held the key to their happiness. For me, this aisle held all the things I feared at the moment, it held what would be the answer to my future.

I grabbed a First Response test off the shelf and quietly and discretely made my way up front to the cashier. Luckily, she rung me up no questions asked, no looks of pity, nothing. That's exactly how I wanted it. I didn't want to stand around and chat. I wanted to get home and get this thing over with. I just wanted answers already. I needed answers. It was driving me mad.

The drive home seemed longer than usual. Maybe that's because I wanted to be home already. But when I finally arrived home, I was more than thankful to find the house empty. I made my way downstairs and pulled the box out of the plastic bag it was in. I opened it and took the test out. Who knew that one little stick could reveal so much? I read the directions and made my way into the bathroom.

After a few minutes, I placed the test on the corner of my sink and made my way out of the bathroom. I took a seat on my bed and set my timer and began waiting. As I waited, my mind began wondering.

What if I am pregnant? I'm not ready to be a mother. I still have so much ahead of me. I can't even imagine having to be a mother. And what about JT? He has no warning of this. How could the two of us be so incredibly stupid? Me and my mother talked about this, more than once. We didn't want this to happen to me.

Before I knew it, I felt warm tears forcing themselves out of my eyes and down my face slowly. Before I knew it, I heard someone heading down my bedroom stairs and mentally panicked, that is until I saw Manny standing at the bottom of my stairs.

"Emma, what's wrong?" She asked as soon as she saw my face. She made her way over to me and sat down on my bed, only to see the empty pregnancy test box laying there. Then it all connected. "Oh, Em. You could have called me."

We sat on my bed and waited silently until the alarm on my phone went off. At that moment, my heart dropped into my stomach. This was it. I glanced over at Manny who gave me an encouraging nod. I got up, with Manny following close behind me and made my way into the bathroom. My shaking hand reached down and picked up the test. I glanced at it and dropped it into the sink and immediately started sobbing as Manny embraced me with tears streaming down her face as well. Who knew a plus sign wasn't such a positive thing after all?

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