JOY'S POV
Oh my god.
No.
This can't be happening. My life is over.
I burst into tears as I hold it in my hand, the word that seals my fate. There is no going back now.
I toss it into the garbage can and cup my face into my hands. I begin to cry, cry cry…
How could I have been so stupid? Graduation is in a few days, and I'm about to go off into the world and deal with… with this.
Maybe no one will have to know. If I can face graduation, people will think it happened after graduation. After all, suddenly, the moment a person is out of high school, it's considered acceptable. It's no longer humiliating and despicable.
But it happened. I can't reverse it. I lock myself in the bathroom stall and begin to sob.
The door creaks open and I silence my sobs.
"Joy?" a voice whispers. "Joy, are you in here? I've looked everywhere?"
"P-Patricia?" I say, wiping my eyes.
I unlock the stall door and slowly creak it open.
"Joy!" Patricia exclaims. "Where have you been?"
"Something's wrong," I say. If I can tell anyone, I can tell her.
Patricia's eyes lock on mine. Her oblivious smile makes this even harder - she has no idea what I am going to say.
"What's up?"
"Patricia," I say, breathing shakily. "I'm… I'm…"
She nods, urging me to continue.
"Patricia, I'm pregnant."