A short story of the antcipation of a young 14 year old’s pregnancy test will it have two lines or one what will the future hold for the young girl?

Waiting to see one line or two lines those few minutes seems like a life time sitting on the cold tiled bathroom floor the young 14 year old awaits to find out if one time of experimental fun would turn out to be the beginning of a whole new world for her. Thoughts are running through her mind like as fast as a cheetah runs to catch his dinner. ‘What if’ she says aloud to herself?
The clock ticks every second the hand moves feels like an hour 10, 9,8, she closes her eyes 7,6,5, what will she do if this little plastic thing shows two lines? 4, 3, 2 will she tell him, what will she tell her mother and father? How disappointed will they be? Could she raise her own child?
The anticipation of the wait is growing stronger and stronger, her tummy is tying itself into knots, she is sweating, her palms are moist she can feel the dampness of her hands with the tip of her fingers. She wonders to herself what would her child look like? What would she name it? Alex for a boy, Gracie for a girl maybe? Would the baby have golden curls like she did when she was a younger child or have spiky black hair like the father?
Her heart skips a beat when she hears the beeping from the stop watch time is up. “This is it” she says aloud to herself, her life will change in just a split second just one glance at that little white plastic stick could potentially change her entire life from a 14 year old school student who does well at school to a 14 year old mother.
She leans over and looks at the stick, her heart drops and then skips a beat when she sees just one single line. She has a feeling of both relief yet a small feeling of disappointment because for one moment she started to lighten up to the idea of being a young mother but feeling more relief knowing that this is what is best for her and now she should start be more careful. Has she been given a second chance?
Taking one last little glance she throws the plastic stick that caused her head to run a million miles back into the box, but she notices something different…’what, this is not right, that wasn’t there before’ were her eyes playing tricks on her, was the test incorrect maybe it’s been too long now it has to be incorrect…. right?
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