The next day, I am in the school toilet staring nervously, waiting for the red line to appear from that HCG urine test strip. I have not done it at home since Bree is there.
"Please, please, God, just give me one line, please... Just one line." I close my eyes praying intently. I know I am not ready for this. There are only one choice and one plan set for my life now. I need to fulfill my mom and dad's dream for me. I should finish my study and graduate from political science with flying colors. Build my name in politics; that's what I'm starting to do this early.
Slowly as the yellow liquid slides down to the immunoassay strips and a faded red line gradually appears from the control window until it turns vivid. I cover the test window with my thumb since I am not yet ready to perceive the truth. I take a deep breath, and with one eye, I peek on the test window as I slowly move my thumb away to uncover it. It shows another red line, which means ... positive. I am indeed pregnant.
