V e g a s Skies
'No way.' I thought as I entered the drugstore. There was no possible way that this could be happening to me. I'm a good kid. I always have been. I mean, I don't even remember it. I slowly walked to the aisle, eyes downward. I didn't want anyone to see me here. I stood there, staring at the products before me. Grabbing at what I thought was five, I took the pregnancy tests up to the counter.
"Cash or credit?" The lady asked me, a hint of surprise in her voice. She was one of my neighbors, so I tried my best to keep my face hidden in my hood.
"Cash." I mumbled, tucking some blond strands behind my ear. I had rushed out of the house so fast that I barely made myself presentable. I was wearing jeans shorts, a white tank, and a black hoodie. Something I normally don't wear on summer days. Well, the hoodie. She bagged the tests and handed them to me. I gratefully took them and rushed out of the store, heading for home.
'It can't be this. Anything but this.'
"Please wait three minutes. Three minutes?!"
Why do these things have to take so damn long? Why can't it be instant? I mean, I peed on five of those sticks! Setting the timer down on my dresser, I laid back on the bed.
'I don't even remember it.' I thought to myself. I mean, if I really did, you know, I think I would remember doing it. The only thing I remember is going to a party. That's the only thing I can think of. But, it's been over a week past my missed period. I'm a little worried.
'This is pointless' One of those tests HAS to be negative. Glancing back up at the timer, I still had thirty seconds. I'm dreading every minute of it. Pacing back and forth in my bedroom, I thought the worst. This cannot be happening. I'd have to drop out of school. My parents would kill me. I don't know what I would do.
'It's time.' I rubbed my hands together and walked over to the dresser and looked that the first one. It indicated that I was pregnant. 'NO!' Slamming the first one into the garbage, I picked up another one. This one had to be negative. But, sure enough, it was positive. As were the other three.
"My life is over." I said, falling to the floor. There is no way that I could be pregnant. Hell, I don't even know who the father is! I mean, this obviously means that I was taken advantage of! This just can't be happening. What's going to happen when my parents find out! They will send me away to live with my aunt for gods sake!
This sucks ass.
"Honey, what did you want to talk about?" Cut it with the fake act mom. My mom was never the nicest and understanding person in the world. To be honest, I always thought she hated me.
"Well, I don't know how to say this." I began. My father gave me an understanding smile. He was always the closest to me.
"It's okay, honey. Just tell us what is on your mind." He told me. I sighed. This was going to be harder than I thought. I didn't want to see their disappointed faces when they find out that I, Namine Sato, their golden child, is pregnant.
"I-I'm, um, I think that I, um, that I'm--" I couldn't say it. It was hard enough on me, how would it affect my parents?!
"What is it, dear?" I don't know what worries me more. My being pregnant or my moms fake attitude.
The silence was unbearable. I felt that I was breaking every second. My moms expression was furious while my fathers was unreadable. I shrunk back into the chair I was sitting in, hiding behind my bangs.
"You're what?!" I could just hear the venom in her voice.
"Mom, I'm sorry!" You could hear it in my voice. I was about to burst into tears.
"No, I don't want to hear it. This is ridiculous and how could you do this! You were the perfect kid! You always got straight A's and never did anything wrong. We barely ever had to ground you!" My mother said, now standing. I could tell she was furious.
"Mom! I didn't--"
"No. Save it. You're going." She said, walking out of the kitchen.
"Going? Where!?" I glanced at my dad for support, but he wouldn't even look at me.
"To your Aunt Angela's. That's final. Get out of my sight." I didn't speak any more from there. I ran back upstairs and slammed the bedroom door. I'd be safe in here for the time being. I was a seventeen year old screw up. Now there is no place for me in the world.
Shoving more and more clothes into my suitcase, I figured I should be out of here as soon as possible. I was balling my eyes out more and more with each piece of clothing. What as I going to do? No one would want to be friends with a teenage mother. I'm not even going to bother saying goodbye to everyone.
I guess this is goodbye to my hometown.
I'd figured that I post a prologue that way I could tell you a bit of the back story. I thought it would be weird to go and start at her aunts with her pregnant and no one knowing what was going on or how she got there. So, tell me what you think. If I should pursue this story or not. It has been in my head for a while so I am glad I got it down on paper. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to juggle the updates. If you guys don't like it, I won't update, so I'm going to wait till I hear from a few of you. Please tell me the truth! And of course it's obviously Namioxas!
It's a prologue people, it's supposed to be short. So don't freak. Each chapter will be a good length.
But, don't worry. I'm not done with On The Road. Those chapters take longer to update. These won't. Well, maybe.
Hah, I bet you guys don't even read these. Well, no matter.