A/N: Hi there. I haven't written anything for a good while, and I like to think that my writing has grown since then. If not, well, bugger me. The updates probably won't be very regular with this, cause school starts again in 2 1/2 weeks, but I'll certainly try to get the chapters out there. Constructive criticism is welcome. If it isn't constructive, I'll remember who you are and write nasty things as reviews for your stories and see how you like it.
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Oh, shit. Maybe. . . No. Well- no. But, maybe. Maybe- Oh my God, I need to get to a drugstore, STAT.
Well. Yeah. Oh, shit, shit, shit, shit. I don't think I've ever said shit so many times before, but if ever there was a time for uncharacteristic cursing, it's now. Oh holy Harvey, what's Mom gonna say? Yale? Oh, Oh oh oh oh, this is not good.
Okay, I think I'm calm enough to think now. I've got this stupid fucking stick in my hand, and it's making me think things I normally wouldn't think, and fucking hell I never thought I would be in this position. Well, okay, be calm, be rational, no matter what happens I'm smart and determined and I can do anything I want to do and be anyone I want to be. That won't change, no matter what the outcome is. . . Right?
Time's up. Okay, okay, okay, let's see. That's a- what is that? Is that a plus or minus? Oh my God, I can't tell! What the hell is this? Who the fuck created this defective piece of shit, anyway?
Calm, Rory, calm. Just take another one, it's only three more minutes, right? You can do this!
Right, here I go. Any second now. . . Reaching for the stick, as soon as I can feel my fingers again. Oh, for God's sake, Rory, reach for the fucking stick before you have a heart attack! Okay, oka- .
I think I'm going to throw up, and it has nothing to do with the morning sickness that has nothing to do with morning. It's too early for that, after all. Oh my God, what am I going to do?