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Dear Emmett
I remember seeing him for the first time like it was yesterday. The memory is clear in my mind, one I knew I’d never be able to forget. He was standing across the fire from me, clutching a half empty beer bottle in his hand. He was talking to some blond girl who seemed to be talking his ear off. He looked bored.
I was drawn to him instantly. There was something about him that attracted me. Something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Something that I just wanted.
Our eyes met, and my heart started to race.
He led up a finger to the girl, cutting her off mid-sentence and muttering some halfhearted excuse to her. He walked over to me, and the girls eyes followed. She gave me a glare that I would never notice. Looking back, I wondered how I didn’t know that he would be so life altering. From that point on, nothing would be the same.
Now, standing in the handicap stall of the second-floor girls’ bathroom, I waited for the test results. The little white stick with the blue cap that would tell me everything. But I didn’t need it. I already knew.
With shaking hands, I picked it up. Swallowing hard, I tried to keep my heart from beating out of my chest as read the result. There it was, the answer that would change my life.
Pregnant
