Sitting...Waiting...Checking. Repeating that same process over and over and over again. It seems that the clock was ticking in slow motion. Tick, tick, tick...the sound of emptiness ringing throughout my mind and everything seems it's like slow motion. Rereading the directions repeatedly to see if I followed the directions accurately. Praying to God to help me, yet I was afraid that it was a bit late for that.
             Thoughts ran endlessly thorough my head. How do I tell my parents, my friends, and especially him? What do I say? I looked at the clock and gasped. It's time. NO!! This has to be wrong. I'm to young. This can't happen to me. I can't be...I can't be pregnant. I only missed one period. This is a nightmare I thought that I would never encounter. Crying uncontrollably, I fell on my bed, holding my stomach. Why? Why me? Who can I talk to? There is no one here for me. I don't want anyone to know.
             Do I have options? Do I want myself to have options? I cannot keep this thing inside of me, yet I cannot raise a child. I have so much to live for before I have children. I AM A CHILD. I can't do this. My mind going through all the possible situations...all the options. Should I get an abortion, runaway and leave everything I love, or do I stay and disappoint everyone that expects so much of me?
             I can't hide this. Summer is coming and if I don't wear a bathing suit my family will get suspicious. My boyfriend will undoubtedly think something is up if I gain all kinds of weight. I have to do it, I have to get it; I have to get an abortion. There is no other way. I have the money. God will understand...won't he? If I do it then it will be over, I won't have to worry, and I'll be fine. No one will know and I'll do everything myself, I'm strong enough. I can handle this. If I get an abortion, everythin
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