Marron lied in bed, her pillows soaked in tears. The sun peeked through the half opened window as the wind blew the shimmery, purple curtains.

'It can't be real,' she thought. It was only one time, well...actually twice, but still.

She hid the pregnancy tests in her secret box under the bed just in case her mom wanted to barge into her room after their fight. As a matter of fact, Marron hadn't heard from either one of her parents since late last night.

The "Positive" readings on the test kept flashing in her mind. A baby at 17. Everyone would be so disappointed with her. Her dreams of med school and becoming a doctor thrown out the window just like that.

'But it wasn't a mistake,' she thought.

Marron had long lost track of time. She wanted to get out of bed, but her body wouldn't let her. She was still nauseous from the night before, or was it now considered morning sickness.

That strange feeling swept over her again. She felt it rise up in her throat. She jumped from the bed and ran to the bathroom.

There it was again, hurls and hurls of God knows what.

Marron leaned over the toilet, coughing and gasping for air. She flushed the toilet and ran over to the sink. She turned on the facet and stuck her head halfway underneath, sucking in the heavy stream of water to flush the acidic taste out of her mouth.

Before she could catch her breath, she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. the footsteps crept closer. Weirdly, she could feel her mother's energy.

"Wait, what," she thought.

Marron grew more nervous as her mother approached her room. She looked around the bathroom and her bedroom to make sure the evidence of her looming pregnancy was nowhere to be found.

She jumped in bed and threw the blankets over her just as 18 opened the door.

"What were you just doing?" 18 asked, walking into Marron's room.

Marron pulled down the blanket just enough so the top of her eyes were showing. "What are you talking about? I was using the restroom."

"Give me your car keys. Now!" 18 demanded.

"Why!"

"Don't ask me 'why'. Give me the damn keys!" 18 was pissed. Her cheeks were flushed and her brows met at the bridge of her nose.

Marron didn't feel like arguing. She reached into the nightstand drawer and grabbed the keys. She removed her house key and threw the set at her mother's feet.

18 picked them up from the floor. "Until you start treating me and your father with more respect, you won't be driving again, if ever!"

18 walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her. Her mother's strength made the entire house shake.

Normally Marron would have been terrified of her mother's anger, but now she wasn't fazed. She pulled a pillow from behind her head and threw it at the door.

"Fucking bitch!"

Marron threw the blanket back over her face. She tried to go to sleep, but she was too wired.

Frustrated, she got up from bed and dug in her closet for something to wear. Maybe Bra could take one of her mother's cars and come get her now that her only mode of transportation was gone.

"Ugh, I fucking hate her so much. She's such a bitch," Marron grumbled to herself. "I hate this house!" Marron screamed.

After throwing on some sweats and an oversized tee, Marron tossed her room about searching for her phone.

Suddenly, She heard footsteps run up the steps. Before she could react, the bedroom door flung open and her mother burst in.

18 was madder than Marron had ever seen her. 18's finger pointed down in Marron's face. "I'm sick of your attitude, little girl!"

Marron moved 18's finger out of her face and continued searching around the room for her cellphone. "I don't care!"

18 angrily watched her dismissive daughter rummage around the room.

The phone was on the side of the bed. Marron picked it up to call Bra, but it was dead.

18 snatched the phone from Marron's hand.

"Give me my phone!" Marron yelled.

"You're not driving, and you're not calling Bra to come get you! You're not leaving this house. From now on, we will drive you wherever you need to go!"

Marron immediately felt this energy surge throughout her body. No, it wasn't puke this time. She lunged at her mother, knocking her into the dresser and onto the floor.

18 taken aback, tried to push her daughter off, but she couldn't . The two continued wrestling on the floor when Krillin came rushing in.

"Marron, stop!" Krillin yanked his daughter off of his wife. "What the hell has gotten into you!"

18 lied on the ground for a moment, stunned. When she stood, she crushed the phone into tiny pieces and let the crumbles fall to the ground.

Everyone was silent.

Marron was out of breath. Her fists were balled up and her body was tense. She had to get out of there. She ran to the open window and flew out.

Krillin became paralyzed for a moment. "18. Marron can't fly."

18 watched as her daughter's trail cleared the sky. She turned to look at Marron's now disheveled room. "Okay Marron, no more secrets."

18 began pulling the drawers out Marron's now mangled dresser. She dumped everything on the floor and looked through it.

"Sweetheart, should we be going through her stuff?"

"Krillin, something is seriously wrong with our daughter, and I'm going to find out what it is!"

Krillin agreed and helped his wife search Marron's room and bathroom. After pulling everything apart, they came across nothing.

18 exhaustingly plopped on the floor. She ran her hands across her temples through her hair. She turned towards the bed and noticed something sticking out. She pulled out the large box and examined it.

"What do you think that is," Krillin asked.

18 examined it more, "I'm not sure."

It was locked, but it was easy for 18 to open it. Inside was a white sheet. 18 picked it up and threw it on the floor. She dug through the rest of the box, no drugs, alcohol or condom wrappers. Nothing set off any alarms.

"Maybe she's just at that rebellious stage," Krillin reassured his wife. "Maybe we should just lay off for a while. In a year or two, she'll be just fine." He didn't want to believe his daughter was out doing drugs or having sex.

Hurt and confused about the situation, 18 picked up the rolled up sheet to bring to the laundry room, "maybe you're right." As she held it in her hand, she noticed a small dark colored blood stain. She opened it wider, and saw the stain was quite large.

'That's weird,' she thought, 'Why would Marron get a blood stained sheet in a locked box under her bed?'

"Maybe she's embarrassed," Krillin suggested, "but, I thought Marron started her cycle years ago?"

"She did. I don't know Krillin, nothing makes sense anymore." 18 began folding the sheet when the pregnancy tests fell out. She reached over to pick them up when she realized what it was.

Krillin's eyes widened. "That's not what I think it is, is it?"

It was pouring rain. Marron didn't know if it was her tears or the rain washing down her face.

"I can't believe I did that!" She cried. She attacked her own mother.

She had gotten the hang of her newly acquired powers. She flew around for hours not knowing where to go. Her parents would surely come for her if she goes to Bra, if they weren't already there waiting for her. But what choice did she have?

She was growing tired, the energy that once surged through her body waned. She was so hungry; she hadn't eaten since yesterday, and then threw it all up. Marron became wobbly and was losing her balance fast. The Brief Household was not too far away.

She arrived at the home, but flew around back to avoid running into anyone. She flew up to Bra's window and knocked as hard as she could.

Bra was at her vanity brushing her hair when a hard knock at her window startled her. "What the hell?"

Bra rushed to the window and opened it. Marron stumbled in, soaked.

Bra closed the window behind her. "How the hell did you get here?"

Marron was breathing heavily. She grabbed a blanket off Bra's bed and crouched on the floor. "I flew."

"You flew? Since when can you fly?" Bra turned off the fan then sat on the floor beside her. She rubbed Marron's back as Marron began to cry. "Marron, what's going on?"

"I got into a fight with my mom."

"Like an argument?" Bra concerningly asked.

"No," Marron cried, "Like an actual fight. I attacked her."

Bra's eyes grew wide. "You attacked 18? Like legit attacked her?"

Marron nodded. Her wet hair dripped on white plush rug.

Bra couldn't believe her ears. Marron wouldn't step on a bug, let alone attack her mother.

"Let me grab a towel." Bra ran to the bathroom and grabbed a large towel. She placed it over Marron's head attempting to dry it. "So tell me what happened."

Marron sat up from the floor. Her cheeks were red and her blue eyes puffy. "She took my keys and my phone, and I was so angry. I've never been that angry before."

"But wait Marron, none of this makes sense. You were so angry, you attacked your mother over your phone and car keys. So where does the flying part come in?"

Marron clenched her eyes. She felt sick. She wanted to puke again, but there wasn't anything in her stomach, so the queasy feeling just sat there. The pressure was too much. She was hungry and tired. Her body felt weak and at any moment she felt she could collapse.

"Marron, you don't look good. Should I call my mom?"

Marron opened her eyes, but she was seeing double. "No, don't call her. Please don't." Marron tried to stand, but almost fell over.

Bra helped lift her friend up and helped her to the bed. "Just lay down. Here, take these wet clothes off. Do you want something to eat?"

"Please," Marron asked. She pulled off her wet shirt and sweats that were sticking to her body and curled in the bed.

Bra picked up the wet clothes and threw them in her dirty clothes bin. She sat next to her troubled friend, who wouldn't look her in the eyes. "Are you going to tell me what's going on? Whatever it is, I won't judge you. I promise. We've been friends forever. We talk about everything."

Marron snuggled the blanket tighter, "I can't."

Bra wrapped her arms around Marron. "Yes you can."

Marron sighed deeply. She prepared herself for the reaction Bra may give her. Would she hate her?

Bra squeezed Marron tighter. "You're my best friend, and I love you! I'm sure it's not that bad."

"Bra," Marron whispered.

"Yeah."

"I'm pregnant."