I don't care. People can call me a slut, whatever. But I don't care. Cause I know that I will have the most rewarding thing in the world.


1. The Truth

I stared blankly at the tiny screen, waiting. I sat awkwardly on the toilet, slouched slightly. The night started coming back to me, in flashes. The talking, the kissing, the touching... And what came after that. I still couldn't believe he actually agreed to have sex with me. We've been dating a year, but we're still underage. We're both fourteen, but I didn't care. The youngest you had to be to have sex could be twenty-one, but I'd still do it.


I had my phone next to the sink, counting two minutes on the stopwatch. I looked over to it. 15 seconds left, I was shaking. I didn't know what I would do. Be relieved if I didn't get pregnant, but then... I would lose a little hope. Cause I wanted a baby, it's just the matter of telling my friends, family. And most importantly, my boyfriend. My phone rang out, vibrating on the surface. I stopped the alarm, and stared at my phone. This is it, the truth. All of this shaking will be over. Either way, I'll be happy, and sad at the same time. I looked down at the screen, and saw it. A symbol, that would indicate a change in my life. A plus...

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