I became pregnant when I was in tenth grade, fifteen years old, and absolutely terrified.
The moment I saw those two pink lines on the pregnancy test I’d bought at the drugstore three towns over where nobody knew me, my hands started shaking so violently I nearly dropped it. I was so frightened I could barely stand upright in that tiny gas station bathroom, my back pressed against the cold tile wall, trying desperately to breathe.Before I could even begin to think about what to do or who to tell or how to handle any of this, everything in my life collapsed at once like a house of cards in a strong wind.
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