Best Fake Friend.

Dear Diary,
I'm storm and I've just turned sixteen. I'm in love with my best-friend Blake. I don't know what to do. His girlfriend is the definition of S.L.U.T. She constantly starts her crap with me. I just don't understand what he sees in her. I wish, just wish he could be mine.


10. The Third Trimester, (27- 40 Weeks).

Dear Diary,

Week 39. It was confirmed. The twins are definitely boy and girl, and they are definitely joined at the hip... At the scan I was told that giving birth to them would be hard, but manageable. They also told me that once I had given birth to them, I could give the doctors permission to operate on them, to separate them. I asked the odds of survival. They were: 
60% both would survive,
30% one would survive and the other wouldn't,
10% neither of them would survive.
I knew what to do. I was going to take the risk. 60% is very high! Well, I think it is anyway! I trust the surgeons will do everything to make sure my babies survive! They also say that 1/100 operations fail, and both sadly pass away, and 1/50 operations leave one living and not the other! The steaks were so low that I have no doubt in my mind whatsoever that even one of them will leave us! They WILL survive, I just know it!

Blake is STILL trying to cope with it, but he has to come to terms with it! Our twins WILL be going to have an operation, and there's nothing he can do or say that will change my mind! He's been stressing me out so much! He came home from the pub the other night completely hammered! He had cut his face and I had to sit there and aid him! Baring in mind this was, what, four in the morning? I'm not even sure if pubs stay open for that long! I've been having a lot of stomach cramps, a couple of contractions too, but it's not too bad. I went to go see my midwife yesterday as the pains were really bad, and she told me I was only a few centimetres dilated. My contractions have slowly been getting stronger and closer together, but nothing too major.

At the moment however, they are every five minutes and they hurt a lot, I'm still finding time to write though! Ouch! There I go again. To be honest, I told a bit of a fib. I'm sat in pain, and I'm getting mum to write down EVERYTHING that I'm saying. That way, I can focus on calming down a little bit! Oh god! This hurts! I think I need to make a move to the hospital! Mum's going to drive me there! I'll keep writing in the car! My writing may go very messy just so you know! Yes, this time I really will be writing, so shh!

I'm in the car now! The hospital is about ten minutes away! Ouch! Every few minutes now! I feel like I need to push! HELP ME! If I knew I would be in this much pain, I would've had protected sex! No doubt about it! Oh well! I now need to think about the end of this! My two beautiful babies, well that's if they look like me, if they look like their daddy then God help them! I'm only joking! They'll be beautiful no matter what! As soon as they're out they have to go off for the operation! I'm allowed to hold them first though, just for a few seconds. Just to get a glimpse of my angels before they go to have their lives improved, and I'll be sat there hoping that I made the right decision!

Urghh! I feel sick too! This is not the one! Well I'm here now! So it's time to say bye, bye. I'll write after birth, and then after the operation.

See you on the flip side Mo-Fo!

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