Knocked Up

Love is a four letter word that most teenagers think about. Wanting to be loved, wanting to know what love feels like. I wonder about that every day. I just want someone to hold me, some wonderful guy that just grabs me and holds me til the crack of dawn.I stare out the window every day, dreaming about my prince charming who will sweep me off of my feet, and take me away to a place were love is everthing. While doing that I doodle in my notebook, daydreaming about that day. I can't help it. Love just interested me for some a aparent reason. Maybe because I want to be loved by somebody besides my parents. But all parents say is that teenagers are to young for love because they alwas think that they're in love and the next thing you know, that girl is pregnant. Well yiu see, that sorta happened to me. He was great. Funny, smart, nice, all the things that you can possibly want in a man. One night, at a party somebody put tiqulia in the punch. We had loads of punch. One thing lead to another next thing I know I have no clothes on and my boyfriend, the same. I started panicing. I didn't think abut pregnantcy, all I thought about was STDs. Until 6 weeks later. I realized that I was missing periods. So I went to a store and brought the test, took it, monutes later I saw the results, and cryed. I talked to my best friend alnight try to figue this out. How in the word would I tell my boyfriend? How will I tell my parents?! I was sad, guiltly, scared, and clueless.