"Oh, god, oh, god, this can't be freaking happening… not now…" Kerry Hennessy whispered to herself as she paced around her room, vigorously twisting the sleeve of her sweatshirt in her hand.

Kerry had just returned home from her summer in France. She was happy to be back home, she couldn't deny that, but something was deeply troubling her.

"I can't believe it… ooohh… mom's gonna kill me!" she thought as a single tear leaked down her cheek.

Footsteps hurrying up the stairs broke into Kerry's thoughts. Quickly wiping the tear from her cheek she sat down on her bed just as her bedroom door opened, and in walked her older sister Bridget. They shared a room, and Bridget was constantly walking in on Kerry as she was either changing or having a bad moment. She couldn't really expect Bridget to knock; it was Bridget, after all.

"Hey, Kerry, how's it goin', Kerry, see ya later, Kerry- hey, what's wrong, Kerry?" Bridget walked in and grabbed her purse, but stopped mid-speed-sentence as she saw her sister's troubled face.

"What? Oh, nothing, I was just thinking, that's all…" Kerry replied, refusing to meet Bridget's eyes.

"Hey, I know that face! Something is up, and you're not gonna tell me!" Bridget knew her too well sometimes. Kerry hated the way that Bridget could read people so well; especially girls. "Fine!" Bridget cried, throwing her arms up in the air, her many bracelets falling almost past her elbows. "Don't tell me! But I, your mature older sister, will respect your privacy and not pry into your life anymore!" A loud yell form downstairs silenced Bridget.

"Oh, I gotta go! Jamie's-taking-me-and-Sarah-to-the-mall-so-we-can-spy-on-her-old-boyfriend-who-we-think-is-cheating-on-her-but-we-can't-be-sure-cause-he-acts-so-innocent-at-school-and-stuff, right, so-"

"Bridget, I would really find great joy in hearing the rest of your story about your unendingly fabulous life, but I really have my own problems to deal with. Just get the hell out and leave me alone," Kerry said, interrupting Bridget before she talked for twenty more minutes.

"Fine. But don't expect me to tell you what happened when I get home later," Bridget said as she walked out, closing the door behind her.

"I wouldn't want to hear about you and your annoyingly shallow friends spying on a boy, anyway! I have better things to do with my life!" Kerry screamed at Bridget from behind the door. She grabbed a pillow from her bed and, screaming, hurled it at the door. "God, my life sucks!" she caterwauled as she buried her face into another pillow and cried.

Two and a half hours later- "I'll take one of these, please," Kerry handed the cashier at the drug store the small pink box.

The cashier gave her a funny look and said in a heavy New York accent said, "Aren't you a little young for this thing, kid?"

"Just let me buy it! It's none of your business!" Kerry said, getting impatient. She needed to buy that. She just had to.

"Mmkay… that'll be five ninety-five, doll," the cashier said, ringing up her purchase.

"Ugh… here," Kerry threw a ten dollar bill at the cashier. "Keep the change," she called back over her shoulder as she grabbed the box and ran out of the store, taking curious stares from the other customers with her.

"Young children these days, hhmm?" the cashier said to the man behind Kerry as he put his purchases down.

"Yes, ma'am. I know exactly what you mean," he replied, smiling knowingly, a toothpick hanging out of his mouth.

"Ain't got no self-control, if they're buyin' that at such a young age…"

Back at the Hennessy house- Kerry was impatiently waiting outside the bathroom in her room for Bridget to finish.

"Come on, Bridget!" Kerry screamed, banging on the door with her fists. "You've been in there forever!"

"Why don't you kick me out of here like you did before?" Bridget replied, opening the door just enough to stick her head out. She was referring to when Kerry got angry earlier that afternoon. "We have, what, like, three other bathrooms in this house? Just go use one of those!"

"I can't!" Kerry exclaimed.

"And why can't you?"

"Because mom made that bean and beef stew for lunch and everyone's taking a crap!"

"Oh, that's right. Uh-uh, no, I'm never eating that again after what happened with dad that one time, it was like-"

"Bridget! Can I just use the bathroom? Please? You look perfect!"

"Ha, I do, don't I?" Bridget said, stepping out of the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror next to the door. In that brief moment of Bridget's intense self-obsessiveness, Kerry slid past her into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind her.

"Hey! That wasn't fair!" Bridget cried, banging on the locked door.

"You gotta do what you gotta do, Bridg!" Kerry cried, smiling at how ditsy her sister could be at times. "Ah, the joy of tricking a dumb blonde," she thought to herself as she set the pink box down on the floor and grabbed a towel from the closet. She laid it out on the floor and began piling all of Bridget's beauty supplies on it. She tied the ends together in a tight knot that would keep Bridget busy for a few minutes, opened the door, yelled, "Hey, Bridget, fetch!", threw the bundle across the room, and then slammed and locked the door once more.

"Okay, now onto my test…" Kerry whispered to herself, rubbing her hands together. Bending down to pick up the box, she began to wonder if she really might be… nah, she was just being stupid. She had to find out, though.

Extracting the thing from the box, she took her test, and waited a few minutes before building up the nerve to look at it.

Raising a shaking hand, she held it up in front of her face. Within that moment, she knew her life would never be the same again.

Okay, from that last little paragraph, you can probably figure out what's up with Kerry. Also, the title of the story really gives it all away. This is my third in-progress story, so I'm going to have to be working triple-time to get them all posted. My other story is on It's the same company people as Please review!!!