Positive. That stupid little pink line on the home pregnancy test said positive. Maybe I should return it and say it's defective or something. No, wait, I can't. I already peed on the stupid thing. Crap!

I just can't believe this is happening. I, Addison Lenex, just discovered she was pregnant in her best friend's bathroom. I rolled the thing up in toilet paper and threw it away. As I washed my hands I looked at myself in the mirror. Did the condom break? Was he even wearing one? Oh eff. I walked out to find Trista sitting on the floor next to the bathroom door.

"So…what did it say?" She was as anxious as I to find because since yesterday we've been trying to do this but I couldn't work myself up to doing it. I had called Trista up two nights ago when I realized that I had missed my period, she was the one that went to the drug store and bought me the damn thing, now I wish she wouldn't have. I hate knowing the answer.

"It said, ' Congrats Addison, you really screwed up, now you're knocked up.'". I walked back into her room and let myself drop on her bed staring up at the ceiling not knowing what to do next.

"What are you going to do Addie? You're seventeen, so getting an abortion would need consent from your parents and you're going to have to explain why the hell you're getting fatter all of a sudden…"

"I know Trista, I know…" I cut her off, I felt bad but I didn't need her to be saying everything out loud that was going through my head. "…right now I'm just going to think about how I'm going to tell my parents and Josh that I'm pregnant."

I closed my eyes and Trista left me alone in her room to think. She was always good at that, knowing when I needed to be alone. I thought of how my life came to this point. I was born August 15th of the year 1991 to a Mr. John and Lillian Lenex, both teachers. I grew up a normal kid. Ballet recitals, gymnastics, camp during the summers, the usual. I'm a senior in high school, with, obviously, an idiot boyfriend. At some point in my life something happened to lead me to become this.

I took a deep breath. I admit it, I am a bit of a party girl, even though my parents believe I'm an angel. I mean, come on, this is my senior year. I'm supposed to have fun and let loose, but not this loose. Grr! It's barely September, which means I'm going to have to go through the whole school year with everyone staring at my growing stomach. That's if I keep it.

There was a light knock on the door. I opened my eyes to find my mom standing there looking at me with a small smile across her lips. "Hey Add's, you ready to go home? I was at the grocery store when I got your text saying you'd be over here. So I decided to swing by for you."

I sat up and nodded. My face was flushed so naturally my mother was concerned, unsurprisingly. "You okay Add's? You look a bit down."

"No ma, don't worry about it. I'm just a bit tired." I got up and followed my mother downstairs. I gave Trista a quick hug as we were walking out the door and she whispered in my ear, 'Good luck.' I'll see you at my funeral, I thought.

The car ride home was silent. Not even the radio was on which was weird. I always had it full blast on some new hit song. I figured if I tell one parent at a time then I'll get yelled at and lectured double, so I should, like the saying goes, kill two birds with one stone.