Personal Narrative

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There I was, fifteen-years-old and confused about what I needed to do and who I needed to turn to. How was I going to tell my parents that I had gotten pregnant? I wasn't "that kind of person", nor was I mature enough to handle such a serious situation. I was a few weeks from being sixteen. I remember it so well, how I felt. In a matter of weeks I went from the goofy, crazy, loud, fifteen-year-old girl that everyone had known to the emotionally crazy, extremely sick, miserable cocoon I had become to the defensless human that was sucking the life out of me.

My family came to terms with the news within a week and I scheduled a doctor's appointment. I went to school and told the closest friends I had what the verdict was. All I got was a cocky "told you" from most of them; which was all in fun and out of love. I never took it upon myself to spread the news but at the same time I never tried to hide it. I talked within my little 'clique' and never really talked to many outside of that. …show more content…
The teacher was at the board writing and we were in the very back of the room. He turns toward me and loudly asks, "Are you pregnant?" I just nodded. He gets the teachers attention and class stops so he can anounce my news to twenty of my unknowning peers and teacher. My teacher's eyes grew wide with shock and he asked me if it was true; I confirmed. He gave me an extremely genuine, "Congratulations!" and continued

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