An annoyingly loud alarm clock rang in Aria's ear, waking her up for school. She was not very fond of Tuesday mornings, or any school morning for that matter. Half asleep, she made a tired attempt to walk to the bathroom. She flipped the light switch and looked in the mirror. She was still wearing her clothes from yesterday and she had smudged mascara underneath her eyes. She was far from excited about going to school- not only had she spent all last night crying over Ezra, thinking about how much she hated Dianne for doing that, but she also felt sick. She just wanted to curl up in her bed and sleep for the next month or so. Suddenly, a wave of nausea came over her. She ran for the toilet, but ended up throwing up straight in the bathroom sink. What could be making her so sick? She cleaned up her bathroom, and by the time she was finished, had decided that going to school was out of the question.
She managed to fall asleep for a few hours, but not for long. She was exhausted, but felt too sick to fall into a deep sleep. She dreamed about Ezra; how she would run away with him that second if she had the chance. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Aria, honey, are you in there?" asked Ella, as she opened the door to Aria's bedroom anyway. "I didn't know you were staying home today. Are you feeling alright?" Aria glanced at the clock and realized the blinking red letters staring back at her read 9:30. Had she really slept for that long? "No actually, I'm feeling really sick." "Come on downstairs, I'll make you some breakfast."
Aria followed her mother down the narrow staircase into the kitchen. The idea of breakfast sounded like a good one, but nothing was appetizing to her. When she thought about it, she'd been feeling nauseous all week, maybe even longer. "If your feeling nauseous, maybe some tea would help?" Tea. Tea sounded good. "Sure, thanks mom." She gave her mom a quick kiss on the cheek and went to lay on the couch.
She thought about the last time she saw Ezra, before he was arrested. Memories came flashing back- from the way he smiled when she opened the door to his apartment, to the way his lips felt against hers. She thought about how much she loved him, and how much he loved her. Her heart broke thinking she'd never see him again. Then, she thought of... "Holy crap." A terrifying thought popped into her head.
"Is something wrong, honey?" she heard her mom call out from the kitchen. "No mom, everything's fine," she replied. She stared to think of how sick she had been feeling in the morning, and how she was never really hungry anymore. She thought about each possible thing that she could think about. I'm just being dramatic she thought. This isn't really happening. It can't be. There was no way this was true...
She was not pregnant.