Amelia Forbes
I shook my head vigorously over and over again as I stared at my reflection. I'd been standing in the bathroom for more than thirty minutes-the pregnancy tester I'd gotten from a*****e across the street clutched in my right hand.
I remembered the nasty look the lady at the counter had given me as she tossed the tester into a plastic bag, murmuring something about 16 year old sluts.
I shook my head once more. I was just really tense. I can't be pregnant.
Relax, Mel. It's just a false alarm. The changes in your body are as a result of stress. Breathe.
Already having previous information about what single and double lines meant, I settled down and peed on it.
In the few minutes it took to show the result, I wiped my hands on my jeans. Maybe it's just a coincidence. A horm
