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Pregnant...




The word was in my mind. It kept repeating over and over again. I sighed. It was a sunday afternoon. I was still laying in bed. I had spent my whole weekend, just here...in my room. I didn't do nothing. I didn't even go to Nathan's party. That couldn't possible make me feel better at all. I ignored all of Gabrielle's phone calls. It really wasn't helping that she kept on calling. My mom had to do over time at work on Saturday and Sunday. She was a emergeancy nurse that had to work from 5 in the morning to 12 at night. But tonight she got off of work early, at 7. Now it was 8:00 pm.



"Ivory, it's almost dinner time!" My mom had yelled from the dowstairs. "You can't just sleep all day! Don't you have homework?" I groaned at the sound of her voice. "I'm not hungry!" I shouted back, covering my face with the pillow. I felt dizzy and anxious. I'd hadn't eatem much ob Friday...Just a Grilled Cheese sandwich. Everytime, I got hungry, I resist the urge to eat. My cousin, Brianna had complained that she was starving during most of her pregnancy.



If I'm not hungry, I told myself. then maybe I'm not pregnant....



"Then you can sit at the table and not eat" My mom replied. "I haven't seen you all weekend. this is my one night off and I'd like to spend it with my family." I rolled my eyes and dragged my self up from my bed and out, down the stairs. I felt shaky. My mom was in the kitchen making a salad and on top of the stove was a frozen pizza that Mom had warmed up in the oven. Brandon, my 19 year old brotherwas sitting in the living room playing Black Ops. He looked over at me as I passed the living room. "Iv, what happened to you?" He smirked. The sound of a gunfire and rapid flashes of light filled the room.



"Shut up" I grumbled, flashed him a annoyed glare. I was wearing baggy sweatpants and an oversized T-Shirt. I glanced at my stomach and resisted the urge to tug at the front of my shirt. "I just don't feel good" "Are you sick?" Mom said as she placed the back of her hand on my forehead. "I'm fine" I lightly pushed her hnd away and sat at the table. "Are you sure, Ivory?" She asked, eyeing me carefully. "I'm sure, Mom" I insisted. I didn't really like when my mom treated me like a baby. "Brandon, yor father called he won't be able to drive you to school tomorrow" Mom had said, looking at Brandon. Brandon sighed. "Figures" He grumbled. "Did Daddy ask for me?" I asked, hoping he did. Mom hesistated for a moment, then smiled. "It was a quick call, Ivory. We didn't talk that much" Mom looked out the window over the kitchen sink.



"He said he was gonna help out more" Mom murmured to herself. "So much for that" "He's just busy mom" I snapped. "Why you always gotta be hard on him?" "Well, I'm busy too, Ivory" Mom answred, sternly. "Alittle help. thats all I'm asking from him. " My parents never been married. Dad lived nearby un small 2 bedroom apartment. He always bought me and Brandon gifts, whenever we saw him. Brandon didn't really except the gifts from Dad. He just gave him to me, like the I-Pod dad had bought him, me gave to me. Once Dad had gave me my phone for Christmas. Mom didn't think I deserved it. Mostly, because I gotbad grades, but Dad convinced her to give me the phone. "I'm not hungry, can I please go to my room?" I groaned.


My eyes were blurry and my stomah was aching. "No, Ivory! We're family and we're going to eat dinner together" She said. "Who cares? Its not like you made it" "I care!" Mom snapped. "Ivory, what's your problem? You know Mom don't have time to be making no fancy dinner" he continued looking me up and down. "its not like you starving. You look kinda chubby to me" I glared at him. "Shut up, Brandon! Don't be yelling at me!" "Stop it you two..." Mom said, rubbing her forehead. I stood up from my chair and walked back upstairs. My face was still burning with angry and embarrassment.....

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