My Little Angel

Well, I thought about it for a while, and I decided, why not. I've decided to post the very first bit of a story I wrote about my mother (my birth mother, not the one you all know). It's sort of short, but read it and tell me what you think.



It was a surreal moment. Time stopped, the world ceased to spin, and her eyes refused to open. She felt her best her best friend squeeze her hand in reassurance. This moment, this one moment, could possibly be the defining moment in her life. What that little piece of plastic had to say could ruin her forever, and her eyes refused to open. She prayed harder than she ever had in her life, at that one moment. Then, taking in an impossibly deep breath, she opened her eyes.

It was positive. She was pregnant.

Her jaw dropped to the floor, and her heart stopped in her chest. Sure, she had figured that she was, she hadn’t had her period in two months, her breasts felt tender, and she had been throwing up for days, but she had always clung to that shred of hope that she was simply lucky. Tears sprung to her eyes as she continued looking at the pregnancy test. What if it was faulty? What if it simply messed up? She shook her head. It was foolish to think that way. She was pregnant and she knew it.

Tears flooded her cheeks and her vision quickly became blurry. She felt Gabby’s arms wrap around her and pull her close. She still couldn’t believe that this was all happening. She was fifteen years old for goodness sakes! How could this be happening?

She wasn’t able to put together a coherent thought or word for over an hour. She simply cried in her best friend’s arms, listening to the song that Gabby was humming. It was what her mother sang to her whenever she was upset. The soothing melody worked wonders and soon she wiped the tears from her eyes and sat on her own. Her body was shaking still, and her face was tingling, but she had stopped crying. Now wasn’t the time for tears. She had a decision to make.



So, tell me what you think, leave a comment.