Graduation Day
Zoey sat in the bathroom at school. She got someone o buy her a test on her way over. She grew anxious as she patiently awaited the results. And then she saw it...
the little blue plus. "No," she whispered. She was too young to be a mother. What will my parents think? What would Mal think?
"Zoey?" Mal asked, poking his head into the girls room. "You OK? You're not sick again I hope."
"No," she gulped, "I'm fine." But I might be.
"OK, I'll be waiting out here."
"Ok," she whispered. She had no idea how to react to this. Well, I am 18. I am an adult, she tried to reassure herself, but it didn't do much to help. Her parents would still flip out when they found out and she had no idea how Mal would react. Please don't let this turn into one of those teen drama movies. She sighed before she left the bathroom.
"Hey," Mal greeted her outside, "You sure you're OK?"
"Yeah, I um...Have something to tell you..."
"What?"
"I-um," she gulped, how would she tell him? "I-I," she looked around nervously.
"Zoey, you can tell me anything. Just tell me," he flashed her that warm smile that he only gave her.
"I'm pregnant."
His eyes widened. "What?"
"I'm pregnant," she repeated.
"Wow! I-uh. I don't really know what to say," he admitted. This was a shock, but it wasn't all bad, considering what he was planning.
"Are you mad?"
"Why would I be mad? I just...didn't expect this..."
"What should we do?"
"We'll figure that out later. Right now, we have to graduate," he gave her a quick kiss before they headed to the auditorium.
The ceremony was nothing special. The principal called everyone's names, speeches were made, hats tossed in the air, the usual. It wasn't until the party that night that things got interesting.