Part 3
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It was positive.
Positive.
I'd never wanted a kid, although I enjoyed "hanging out" with small children so much. I had to get an abortion..
"Mom, take me to the doctor... if I really am pregnant, I want to know how. I swear, Mom, I've never even THOUGHT of... you know what! I want an abortion, if this test is true."
My mom quickly drove me to the doctors and the doctor discovered that the test was false.
"Well, looks like you've hit good luck; the test was untrue. You are not pregnant, Emma. You are free to go now."
I sighed with relief.
"But why did I keep vomiting? And the test said I was pregnant?"
"Well, Emma Wilton, were you nervous? Have you drunk enough water lately, or WAY too much water? The water factor could put almost any pregnancy test off. So, Ms. Wilton, if you have any more problems, situations, or questions, you can count on me. Come back almost any time you like."
"Thanks," I said to the doctor, and my mother simply nodded and smiled at him.
As we drove back home, my mom told me some news.
"Emma, dear, not to worry. I've signed you up for a super-fun after-school activity!"
I grunted. "What is it?"
"Tips, hints, info, and tricks on forming an all-new, super-good rock band. I'm sure you'll LOVE it! I know you probably more than you know yourself, so I'm pretty sure this'll be a great activity for you to participate."
"When do I have it, and how long is it?"
"Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Tuesday and Thursday, it starts at 4:00 pm and ends at 6:00 pm. On Friday, it's just one hour. Starts at 4:00."
"D*** it, Mom! I've got to go to the film festival, I work there, this Thursday! That's, like, tomorrow!!"
"Don't worry. The class is a whole lot more fun!"
"But all my friends are going to help out at the film festival..."
"EMMA, that's enough! I'm so tired of your complaining! I might as well kick you out of the house, if I know what's good for you!"
I turned and looked out my side window. Mom didn't say a word, but I knew she realized she'd just let herself loose.
"Sorry."
"Bah." I muttered under my breath.
"Do you forgive me?"
"... I guess so." I didn't forgive her at all, she was so pissed off all the time. But I'd get in even more trouble if I truthfully said no to her.
"Okay, I forgive you, too."
"I didn't do anything wrong! I'm sick of this talk. Why don't we talk about something else?"
"How was school?"
"Boring. The same. Long. Idiotic. My geography teacher literally had no idea what he was talking about. He even admitted it in class, you can ask Claire, too, if you don't believe me."
"Geography teacher, Mr. Wallace?"
"Yep."
"Hmm... interesting." My Mom had a hint of sarcasm, but she actually wasn't being sarcastic. She never was like that.
"Are we close to home yet?" I looked out my window and frowned. I added on to my question. "Ag, no we're not. I have something to do... on my, uh, computer."
"Limit of ten minutes today. Emma, you use it too much."
"That's Claire, mom! Not me."
"Oops. You chat so much about her, though, it's getting me mixed up!"
We pulled into the driveway and I stormed out and inside. I hoped this wasn't my hormones.
"Honey, come eat some salad. It's good for you, minus the ranch on it."
I came down and had some of the salad. It tasted a little soggy, but that was fine. The croutons made up for it.
"Emma, I have more news."
"What now?? It better be good!"
"We're gonna move to Brallywood Hills."
"SWEET, Claire lives there! This is so awesome, yessss!" I got out of my chair, excited. "I'mma call Claire! Be back!"
I ran upstairs and called Claire. She was excited, too, but then a dramatic pause came on and she said, "Um, Emma? He's... Jacob's here."
I dropped my phone and ran out of the house. (But my mom asked for my salad, first, and I said she could have it. She ate it.)
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What does Jacob want? Here's a sneak peek!
"Claire, come here. Why are you being so afraid? Listen, I've been thinking... you and me are REALLY awesome together..."