Authors note - this took me thirty minutes. Hope it's good. Sorry about the lack of story my latop broke and I lost everything so this is a rewrite =P. Enjoy

5

The last girl in my school who got pregnant, Katie Flanders I think it was, in the year above two months ago. She was just a pretty normal girl actually, not one of the slags or belonging to a group like mine, but as soon as she got pregnant of course every single one of her friends disowned her and she suddenly had this reputation. She dropped out a week later when her locker got trashed and her name got written all over the toilets with horrible comments next to it.

I'm ashamed to say I was one of the ones who coughed 'slag' as she walked past. At that point I was already pregnant myself. I just didn't realise. Plus she slept with her boyfriend of four years, once, and I spelt with two random strangers.

Wow they were going to go easy on me.

I walked home alone, my eyes fixed on the bulge underneath me and wondering whether it was a boy or a girl.

When I was eight me and my best friend used to spend forever coming up with the perfect names for our kids. I always wanted a baby girl I could dress up like a doll and teach girly stuff to, but I didn't care what sex it was. I just wanted it to go away.

I wondered briefly if having a miscarriage would be a good thing for me. Would it hurt? Could I even have one this late into pregnancy? Would a tiny baby come out?

I shivered, knowing I was being stupid but I couldn't get the image of a tiny baby foetus floating in the toilet surrounded by blood. I ran the rest of the way home to get the thoughts out of my head but it was tiring and when I got home I fell instantly asleep on my bed. Being pregnant is completely shattering.

'Olly.'

When I woke up mum was knocking on my locked door and calling my name.

'Olly. Open up.'

I sat up, yawning and reached forward to open the door. She walked in, looking flustered and concerned.

'Why weren't you opening the door?' she asked.

'I was sleeping' I replied.

'What?' she said 'you don't sleep in the middle of the day.'

'I was tired.'

Mum eyed me suspiciously 'I was ordering pizza for dinner. The menu's downstairs by the sink.'

'Good. I'm starving.' My stomach was filled with pangs of hunger and I rand down the stairs to the kitchen, picking up the menu. My eyes instantly fixed on the word cheese and I felt my stomach turn over. Great. Now I couldn't have cheese.

'What are you going to have so I can call early?' asked mum, walking in while she pulled a brush through her tangled hair.

'Umm...' my eyes scanned the words on the paper 'garlic pizza.'

'Garlic pizza?' she looked confused 'don't you always get pepperoni?'

'Yeah. But I want something different.'

'Fine. Do you want extra cheese with that?'

'Cheese' my stomach turned over and I felt like I was going to be sick. 'God, please keep the cheese away from me.'

Mum looked confused, but the phone started ringing and I picked it up instantly to hide my disgust.

'Hi' said Tina from the other end 'you up to the park, tonight.'

'Umm' I walked into the living room 'what will we be doing?'

'Playing on the swings' she said sarcastically 'you idiot. We'll be doing the same thing we do every time.'

Oh great, underage drinking.

'Umm. I'm busy.'

'Busy. Seriously?'

'Yeah.'

'But Mike's going to be there.'

My stomach did a back flip 'really?'

'Yeah. SO are you coming?'

I glanced at the clock, my mind racing. I didn't have to drink, did I? But peer pressure had already made me get pregnant and I would be stupid to think my friends couldn't convince me to get smashed at the same time. 'No Tina, I'm not coming.'

'What?'

'You heard me.'

Tina paused, I could hear her breathing down the phone. 'You used to be crazier than me' she said slowly 'but now you're just really boring.' She hung up.

'Dinner' called mum.

I ran into the living room and bit into the first piece of pizza, feeling the warm bliss melt into my mouth and chewing appreciatively.

'Wow, your quick' said mum.

'Hmmm' I nodded, swallowing.

'Listen Olly. Why does it smell of sick in the downstairs bathroom?'

My heart thudded 'cos I was sick there' I replied 'it was the chicken sandwich I had at school I think it was off or something.' I smiled innocently.

Mum just stared at me 'I'll take your word for it. But you know if you're bulimic, you can tell me. I won't judge you I just want you to be happy.'

'I'm not bulimic mum' I replied firmly 'I was just sick. Okay? Can we drop it?'

'Hmm' she took a bite into her pizza. Suddenly I felt a stab of pain in my stomach, and cried out. Mum looked at me confused.

'Hot pizza' I replied, as my eyes watered. I felt another stab and doubled over, tears dripping down my cheeks.

'Olly' mum was yelling but I could barely hear her. One thought was on my min. Oh God, the baby.

6

'You know, you should wear some makeup' said Kasia, as she applied generous amounts of mascara to her already freakishly caked eyelashes. We were about to go out to the beach like we did every night, to get hammered, smoke and more and stagger back in at about two. Missing school the next day.

'Mum says I'm not old enough to wear makeup' I replied.

'Well you weren't old enough to get so off your face yesterday you passed out on my sofa either' she replied and we both laughed. She leaned forwards and brushed on some mascara...

I stared at the wall, lying my head on the uncomfortable bed thing. It wasn't a particularly interesting wall. Just a mustard yellow colour, slightly peeling at the edges with ducks painted on badly in strange places. I was only looking at it to avoid looking at the one place in the room I didn't want to look. Where my mum was sitting in the corner staring into space.

'Mum-' I began.

'You're pregnant' she said.

'Yeah' I replied.

'How long for?'

'Nearly four months' I replied.

'Four months' she laughed humourlessly 'you didn't tell me for four months?'

'I only found out last week. Please I was so scared. What if the baby's-'

'So how old were you?' she interrupted.

'What?'

'How old were you when you lost it?'

I closed my eyes and paused 'twelve.'

'Twelve' her eyes were shining 'what happened to you Olly?'

I didn't reply.

'So who is the kid? The one who got you pregnant.'

'I don't know' I replied.

'What, because there were so many?'

'There was only one' I sat up, my voice cracking. 'Please mum. You're being so unfair. You don't know what it's like.'

'You're right. I don't' she agreed 'I don't know you at all.'

'Please' I was crying now, but I wiped away my acid tears impatiently 'I'm only fifteen mum. I need your support more than ever. I'm terrified.'

Suddenly she stood up and wrapped her comforting arms around me 'you have my support' she whispered 'whatever you do.' I lay my head on her shoulder, smelling her familiar mum smell and letting my tears drip onto her jacket.

'Olivia Williams' said the Doctor, walking in. His eyes instantly fixed on mum, her eyes widened and she ever so moved her head in my direction. The Doctor looked, surprised and mouthed 'oh.'

'How old are you Olivia?' he asked, sitting down at his desk.

'Fifteen' I replied.

He stared down at the sheet in front of him to hide his surprise. Then looked up 'the baby's fine.'

Me and mum instantly let out a sigh of relief.

'It was just normal pregnancy pain. Nothing wrong at all.'

'Thank God' I whispered and my mum's hand tightened around mine.

'You're in the second semester' he replied 'so the baby will be developing organs. It's the most vital stage, your body will go through a lot of changes-'

I swallowed a lump in my throat.

'- and some pain. But I can give you some pills.'

'That won't hurt the baby will it?' I asked instantly.

He shook his head 'not at all, don't worry.'

'How soon till she can have an abortion?' asked mum and I stared at her.

'I don't want an abortion' I said firmly.

'But honey.'

'No' I said, shaking my head 'you can't convince me. I can't kill it. It's a human life I'd feel awful.'

'But it's just like going to sleep.'

'No mum. It's like dying.'

'It would take about three weeks to sort out an abortion' said the doctor 'and by that point she'd be four and a half months, which is a lot messier than earlier. And it would probably be traumatising.'

Too right.

'So I'm going to assume you'll adopt then?'

'Umm' I hadn't thought about it.

'Yes' said mum, then looked at me 'well... probably.'

'Probably' I agreed, but my mind was a whir and I couldn't make a decision.

'Okay. Do you want to see the baby then?'

I looked up in surprise. I could see it? 'Yeah.'