I sit in my room just staring at myself in the mirror. I looked into my green eyes; I try to smile but fail. I'm not really into a smiling mood if you know what I mean. Then I started brushing my hair, again. I knew I had to tell my dad but I was scared. Finally I pull myself together and walk down stairs. "Dad?" I ask wearily, "I need to tell you something."
"O what is it Ria?" He asks not really caring. I hesitate, "Well come on spit it out!"
"I…" I stutter.
"O come on now! You know I hate it when you mumble. Just tell me!"
"I'm pregnant." I wisper.
"What? I can't hear you. Now please just stop with this silly mubling business."
"I'm pregnant." I try to say a little louder.
"What?" He asks. I'm not really sure if her heard me or not.
"I'M PREGNANT!" I yell at him, tears welling up in my eyes.
"Your… pregnant?" He asks shocked.
"O come on now. So what are you trying to act like a bratty like teenager lying to your dad? Come on. Now what did you really want to tell me? Or are you just practicing for drama?"
"Dad. I'm pregnant." I say, trying to sound stronger than I really felt. My foster dad just stares at me with a blank face, "Dad?"
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" He yells at me, "I'm not your dad! Your not even related to me! Just get your slutty ass out of MY house!"
"Dad!" Tears start pouring out of my eyes.
"Don't ever call me dad again! Now get out!" I just stare at him in complete shock, "Now! Go upstair, get your shit out of my room, and LEAVE!"
I run up stairs. I grasp my hairbrush first and throw it in my black backpack. It's the only bag I have. Next I take my clothes out of my tiny closet, still crying the whole time, and stuff them next to the books in my pack. That was all that could fit into my backpack. I run back down the stairs and I see, well Chuck, standing next to an open door. His last words are, "GET OUT!" And so I do.
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