The cold tile of the bathroom floor forms goosebumps on your skin- but, is it really the sole reason?

Or is the cause of your anxiety the plastic test in your hand determining your future? Your fingers fidget with the object, your eyes unmoving from the wall.

”How could you be so stupid?”

You’re only 16- and so is he. This isn’t just going to effect your life, but his and your now unborn child’s.

“What does it say?”

He asks from the opposing side of the door.