We sat in silence for what seemed like a life time. I sit on the edge of my bed with my legs pulled up to my chin. I zone in on the dredded little pink plus sign on the end of the forbiden white stick im holding in my hand. "How could this have happend?" I ask with a fearfull look in my eyes. "We were so carefull."
"It's going to be fine Samantha, we will figure something out." Robby says lifting up my chin and pushing back a piece of my curly brown hair behind my ear. I stare off at a picture on my desk. It was of my parents and I when I was little. I had no worries or fears it seemed like. I was just a little girl with that cool-aid stain mustach and the gap between my teeth. I was as happy as I could be. I started to tear up, making the picture blur with colors until I couldn't make out what it was at all. "How am I going to tell them Robbie? I was always their little girl that did nothing wrong and now I'm just a disaster." I started to sob, barely capable of getting those last few words out. Robby pulls me in and hugs me tightly. I cry on his shoulder for what seemed like another lifetime. I finally stopped and brought my head away fom his soft blue cotton shirt where I had left tear stains. "What are we going to do?" I say wipping my nose on my long sleeved shirt.
"Well I will support what ever you feel is best for you. Even if that means getting an abortion."
"I can't do that!" I stand up quickly and start to pace the room. "It just doesn't seem fair to it. I mean this is my mistake, now I have to face the consequinces." I stop infront of the window and stare out into the distance. I had plans for my life. I was going to Harvard with a full ride scholarship. I was going to become a lawer and have a nice house and make lots of money. I was going to live my life a little more before ever taking care of someone elses. "We could always just have the baby." Robby blurts out "We could run away, get married and raise this baby together." Robby gets up and grabs my hand forcing me to face him.
"But you just can't leave now. You are going to California State on a football scholarship. You can't just leave that all behind for a baby." I start to tear up again. He wipes the tear drop off of my cheek.
"Yes I can. I would give up anything to be with you and this baby."
"But we have no money, how are we going to afford a place to live let alone afford to have a child." I know this will never work. I can't handle having a child and neither can
"It's going to be fine Samantha, we will figure something out." Robby says lifting up my chin and pushing back a piece of my curly brown hair behind my ear. I stare off at a picture on my desk. It was of my parents and I when I was little. I had no worries or fears it seemed like. I was just a little girl with that cool-aid stain mustach and the gap between my teeth. I was as happy as I could be. I started to tear up, making the picture blur with colors until I couldn't make out what it was at all. "How am I going to tell them Robbie? I was always their little girl that did nothing wrong and now I'm just a disaster." I started to sob, barely capable of getting those last few words out. Robby pulls me in and hugs me tightly. I cry on his shoulder for what seemed like another lifetime. I finally stopped and brought my head away fom his soft blue cotton shirt where I had left tear stains. "What are we going to do?" I say wipping my nose on my long sleeved shirt.
"Well I will support what ever you feel is best for you. Even if that means getting an abortion."
"I can't do that!" I stand up quickly and start to pace the room. "It just doesn't seem fair to it. I mean this is my mistake, now I have to face the consequinces." I stop infront of the window and stare out into the distance. I had plans for my life. I was going to Harvard with a full ride scholarship. I was going to become a lawer and have a nice house and make lots of money. I was going to live my life a little more before ever taking care of someone elses. "We could always just have the baby." Robby blurts out "We could run away, get married and raise this baby together." Robby gets up and grabs my hand forcing me to face him.
"But you just can't leave now. You are going to California State on a football scholarship. You can't just leave that all behind for a baby." I start to tear up again. He wipes the tear drop off of my cheek.
"Yes I can. I would give up anything to be with you and this baby."
"But we have no money, how are we going to afford a place to live let alone afford to have a child." I know this will never work. I can't handle having a child and neither can
Robby. Theres only one thing I can really do. I go over and grab the phone. "What are you doing?" Robby looks at me confused.
"I'm doing whats best for us. I'm getting rid of this baby ." I hold the phone in my shaky hand. My fingers tremble so hard I can barely dial the number to the clinic.
"I thought you said you didn't want to do this." Robby says taking a step closer to me
"I know but now I think this is whats best for us. We both know we are not capable to raise a child." I look up at Robby's perfect face. His brown hair shaggy on his head. I see the relief in his sky-blue
eyes and know I made the right choice.
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Yowza. Intense. Nice job. To work with these characters some more: what about if you wrote a story about how she felt after this major decision? What about what he felt? Maybe you could write something from his perspective. Hmmmm...
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