Love is always portrayed so enchanting in films. An outcast girl meets a very popular sporty man and they fall hopelessly in love or vice versa, in real life it’s different. There is no happy ever after or at least I couldn’t see it yet. That’s all I have to say about that, just a stupid girl with a very real problem.

I am sitting on the slightly warm toilet seat. The bathroom smells of sweat and pee or at least I smell of sweat. I ran from my school all the way home or at least I tried, I’m so unfit. Everything seems so unreal, almost like a dream, this only happens in films and books. I can’t stand the smell, I think I might vomit.

I’m so annoyed at the pregnancy test. One would think that by now, someone would have found a better way of finding out if you’re pregnant or not. I mean, it’s so hard to pee on a little stick, the person who invented must have thought, let’s make the pregnancy test as hard as possible to use. But who am I to complain, I was the one that managed to get myself pregnant.

I’m standing up and I’m putting the stick on the edge of the sink. I really need to wash my hands. I’m so exhausted. I can’t find my phone, I need as a timer.

Got it! I think I’ll sit on the icy cold floor; maybe the cold temperature will help my head clear.

Anyway back to the setting of the timer. It takes three minutes to find out the results. That’s about three hours for a 16 year old girl but the test isn’t meant for teens. Just for a happily married couple that wants kids. But the truth is who is ever really ready for children? I know my mum wasn’t. When she had me, she was only 18 years old. I guess young pregnancy runs in the family.

One, two, three and the three minutes have started.

How did I get here?

I remember that stupid class party. I don’t know why I went. I hate those kinds of parties. I had about six or seven beers; I was so out of it. I was in the corner of a room, watching people dancing. Weird, right? That’s why I never go to class parties. Unlike my mum, I’m not popular at school.

Then I saw Michael, he was the jock of all jocks and the smartest guy at school, really he never got a grade under an A-. I had a crush on him ever since I move from England to America. Michael had friends everywhere; he didn’t see the point of bullying other students but he only had a small group of bets friends that he would go out with. They were the asses. He always wears an American football shirt and scruffy jeans. That night he had a tight black T-shirt on, which showed every muscle on his body and a pair of dark jeans. He stood in the middle of the room, whilst his girlfriend Ali, was dancing around him.

Ali was the prettiest girl at school. It’s like her face was sculptured by the gods. She became the cheerleader captain as soon as she entered High School. She rules the school with an iron fist. She decides who is cool and who is uncool. She never talks to people that are below her, Ali doesn’t even talk to most of her Cheerleaders. She has Bella, Emma, and Mia to do that for her. Every girl wants to be her and every guy wants to be very very close to her, except my best friend Sandra.

Sandra is Ali’s twin sister. They looked exactly the same. Sandra had long blonde hair and big red lips. Her eyes twinkled with adventure and hatred. She always wore a brown leather jacket and a white T-Shirt. Her boots came up to her knees. She was never cold. In winter she would have the same tight shorts. She wasn’t scared to show of her fake leg. She never told me how she lost it or when it happened. She is the only girl that’s not afraid of Ali and the only girl that would dare to date crazy Harry.

2 minutes and 30 seconds.

A song came on that always gave me a headache. I decided to drink up and leave, before I could do that Ali slapped Michael and stormed off. That was typical of Ali, brake up and then make up. Nobody really noticed they were used to this happening, only her comrades followed her. Ali was trying to get through the ocean of drunken students. I sniggered a little when Mia pulled Ali’s hair.

I looked back into my drink and told myself this was the perfect time to leave. The parties always die down after Ali goes. Slowly I put down my cup. I wanted one last drink but told myself that if I did I would probably start a fight with a letter box. Heavily I stood up. My left knee cracked loudly and the pain shot up my leg. I hated getting up. If I had a choice in the matter I would have probably never got up. I closed my eyes and sighed.

Slowly put surly I opened them. In front of me stood a very tall and handsome guy, it took me a few seconds to notice it was Michael. His intense blue eyes where burning into my eyes. I was under some kind of spell. I felt like I was going to collapse any moment. I was enchanted. Time slowed down and it was like we were in a bubble, shielded from the outside world. We stood starring at each other for about 30 seconds but it felt like forever. He started to move in closer and closer. Every step he took was a dream come true. The plastic cup in my hand slid out and fell on to the floor. He was now so close that I could feel his breath on my lips. The room fell silent. My heart was beating faster the closer he came. Then delicately his lips touched mine. The kiss and the alcohol made me powerless. I didn’t pull away. I was under the influence of teenage hormones. My mind went black.

2 minutes

I slowly opened my eyes. I felt the hot sun sting my eyes, I quickly closed my eyes again. I waited a minute. Then I tried again. This time I was successful in away. My eyes were only half open. I looked around the room thinking that Sandra had redecorated. Then I realized I wasn’t in her room. Yes, next to me was a naked Michael and next to him a naked me. I felt like puking a) because I had a hangover and b) I was easy.

I didn’t know what to do. In the movies the guy would have bought coffee and made breakfast or the girl would sneak out of the room. I believe that I’m more of a bed sneaking out of kinda girl. I quickly picked up my clothes and started putting my clothes on. In the moves it looks easier. God, he’s a deep sleeper. I slowly opened the door. I creeped down the stairs. At least I was out of the clear. I was about to open the front door when it opened and with ten high school jocks looking right at me.

They seemed shocked to see me and I them, sadly someone in the back made a stupid comment and they started to laugh. I gave them an evil eye and shoved passed them and ran home.

1 minute 30 seconds

I was so ashamed, about everything. Three weeks had gone by and the students were still talking about me leaving Michael’s house half dressed. People still stared and laughed. Ali was the one that tried to make everyone forget. She hated not being the centre of attention and she still needed to get back together with him. Her five year plan was being disrupted.

Every morning I would meet Sandra in the second floor toilet furthest from the stairs. Hardly anyone used it and if they tried Sandra would scare them off. It was her toilet and everyone knew it, not even Ali dared to go in it. The only people that are allowed to use it was Sandra and her best friend (me).

That’s how everyone called me before the incident with Michael. Sandra laughed at me when she found out about the Michael thing. She said I was the kind of person to have a chastity ring then a one night stand. I didn’t tell her that I sort of did in my mind and didn’t think that I could ever do something like that, just sleep with someone.

When I went into the toilet Sandra was already there. She seemed annoyed. I learnt not to ask her why because that would only make her more annoyed. I always assumed she was on her period. This time she was. She said she hated being on her period. That reminded me to check when I was due. All this stress at school made me forget about other important things, like my dad’s birthday was coming up.

I took my phone out and checked when I could go shopping with Sandra for dad’s present, and then I saw, that I was a week late. I never was late. I told Sandra and asked her what to do. She said I should go home and check. She will cover for me and say you felt ill.

1 minute

I ran from the toilets. I run all away home or at least I tried. Mum was still at work, which was lucky. First I grabbed my purse and thought I had to buy a test. Then I remembered Mum was pregnant. She only found out a week ago, irony hurts sometimes. Mum bought three packs and in one pack there are two tests. She thought to be sure she was pregnant; she would have to take an odd number of tests, so she just took five. One was left over; I guess God works in mysterious ways, ha, ha, ha.

30 seconds

Me, a mother? It can’t be. I would be a terrible mother. Goodness sakes I’m just a SIXTEEN year old girl. My future should be university, not diapers. Michael would probably abandon me and go to Harvard or another Ivy League University, find a beautiful wife and live happily ever after, whilst I live in a bad neighbourhood, with a daughter or son who takes drugs. I would be working six different jobs and eventually died of loneliness. What will I tell my mother and father? “So Mum and Dad, I got pregnant and I actually don’t remember that night because I was too drunk.” They would definitely not give me a prize for the best daughter.

Bling, bling, time was up.

“Crystal I need to vomit. I’m coming in.” Mum said suddenly

“No Mum let me tidy up my nail varnish.”

“Be quick!” Mum shouted

I tried to clean everything up as quickly as I could. Then the stupid stick fell down the side of the sink.

“I don’t care anymore. I’m coming in.” she yelled

“No, I’m almost finished”

I graded the test and turn around. There she stood big eyed, the result facing her.

“That’s not nail polish.” Mum whispered

“Hi honey, everything OK?” Dad asked

And there was dad standing behind mum shocked to death. This is definitely not a dream but a nightmare.