Blame the Wind
"If you reveal your secrets to the wind you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees."
Disclaimer: I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place. And this will be the only time I'll say that.
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My life was never supposed to include this. Never did I expect to be sixteen, sitting on the floor of the bathroom, staring at a pregnancy test with a little pink plus sign.
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8 Months Later
April 5. That was the date she was born.
I would never forget about her, but everyone else would. They had to.
Sitting on my bed, I held the only proof of her I had. It was the ultrasound picture from when I found out I was having a girl.
Taking a deep breath, I began to speak.
"Mistakes I made nine months ago will be erased from memories and no longer be known."
And like that, with that simple spell, all knowledge of the fact that I ever gave birth to a baby girl was gone. The secret was mine again, and I would no longer be subjected to the disappointment of my friends and family.
All I would have to face was my own guilt. But I would swallow it, and move on with my life, wishing that, like everyone else, I could simply "forget."
A/N: Alright, let me know what y'all think. I know it was short, but it's just the prologue. Should I continue? I'm not exactly sure where I want this to go but I have a couple ideas, should y'all wish me to proceed.