Teacher's Girl (Aflyingwhale)

EMMA’s POV : 

I pushed the stall door open and my friends were waiting on the other side.

They stared at me in nervous anticipation.

"Well, what is it?"Tiff asked cautiously.

"What does it say?" Carrie followed.

"I'm..."I couldn't bring myself to say the words out loud.

But one look at my face and my friends knew the answer.

"Shit,"Carrie muttered under her breath.

"Let me see,"Tiff said and she took the stick from my hand.

She saw the result and muttered, "Shit,"

"Are you sure you did it right? Maybe you need to take it again,"Carrie said.

"That's the second one,"I shook my head weakly, 

"The first one’s inside the box," Tiff shook the box violently and the other stick fell out.

She went to the floor to grab it and she let out a defeated sigh when she read the result.

"Guys...what am I gonna do?"I croaked and tears trickled down my face.

"Oh, Em..."Carrie was at loss for words.

She just stepped towards me and pulled me into a hug.

I had no more energy left in me.

All I could do was lay my head on her shoulder and cried some more.

"Hey, these things can be wrong, right?"

Tiff argued, looking around the box for more explanation.

"99 percent accuracy.It can be wrong!"

"What are you trying to say, Tiff?"

Carrie asked as she caressed my hair.

"We should go to the clinic and get another test done.Nick's older sister works at the clinic downtown, maybe we can go there?"

"Emma, do you wanna go?"

Carrie asked as she tilted my face up.

"We'll go with you?"

At this point, I didn’t know what else to do.I didn’t have the energy to disagree with anything they say.And since Tiff and Carrie were convinced that I should do it, I conceded.Meekly, I nodded my head.

The next thing I knew, we were at the waiting room in this small clinic downtown, filling up papers on why I was there.

Tiff and Carrie were my rock.

Carrie helped me with the paperwork and Tiff held my hand the entire time.

Tiff would give deadly glares at anyone who would look at me and try to figure out what was wrong with me.

After filling out paperwork and waiting for about an hour, I was finally allowed to see Dr.

Clara Webster, Nick’s older sister.

According to Tiff, Nick had three older sisters and Clara was the oldest and smartest.She graduated from med school at the age of 24.

At 25 years of age, Dr.Carla was now doing her residency at this clinic.

She was wearing these thick glasses and her hair was neatly tied in a ponytail.

She was kind and all, but she was always serious.

She didn't let Tiff and Carrie inside the examination room, but she assured them that I would be fine.Dr.Carla took one look at my chart and she immediately knew what was up.

She checked my pulse and my breathing and everything, and throughout it all she was just stoic and quiet.

spoke to me was to tell me that she needed to collect a urine sample, and so I did

into a little cup and handed

back in the waiting

and Carrie were still there and they had raided the snack

sugary drinks, candy

a while for the result to come, so I sat

stomach was

snacks were probably the highlight of my

of waiting, I was

body got all stiff

reassuringly and

back into the room, repeating the same prayer again and

a seat,"Dr.Clara instructed

as she went through the papers

are in, you are

you sure?" was all

around my eyes

hours

my best to deny the fact that I might

telling myself that there was still a

words out

way out

sure.I'm sorry, Emma.I realize this is not

I...I can’t have a baby," I

even going

shook

a while and let out a deep sigh

do that here," She handed me a box of tissue and

my cheeks

still in the early stages of the pregnancy, perhaps around four weeks.You're also over sixteen years of age, so you can deal with this on your own without your parents present, if you want to.Though there’s nothing

"Yes, please,"I nodded.

I sat in my car in

told them about the result and

as Carrie held her head down

you gonna do?"Tiff

do? I have to get rid of it,"my eyes darted to my

much pain and suffering to many other people.Maybe it’s selfish, but I can’t let my parents down, I can’t let lan down, and I can't let myself down.I have my future all mapped out and

had made my decision.I grabbed my

me and

you

were typing furiously and my other hand was holding onto the brochure so tight, I was basically scrunching the paper into a

said as she gripped my

took the phone and

can't do this, guys.I can’t have a baby.There’s no way!"I trashed my head back to the leather seat and more tears trickled down my face.I thought I was

"I know, we know,"

big decision, it's not something you can just decide on when you're this

Car,

in frustration and I tried to reach for my phone again, but Tiff wouldn't

then.But, before you do anything, I think there’s someone you need to talk to first...He deserved to

up my

on my seat and let out a deep

phone back to me

it? You said there’s an

as he

looked up at him,

had a speech all planned out while I was in the car on the way over here, but now I

eyes and studied my

again, "What

"lan,"

how to begin, so I

"I'm sorry,"

looked at me,

I’m..."I couldn’t say that word. I just couldn’t Say

"What, Emma?"he pressed on

"You're what?"

"I'm...pregnant,"I said finally.

word came out like a whisper, but he heard

loud and clear.His eyes darkened and his mouth fell

grip on my arms and said, "Are you

"I..."

but the tears pooling in my

practically yelling at

face as I

eyes widened instantly and for a