The bell rang, marking the end of class. Students flooded out of the room, but Lea remained seated at her desk, arms crossed over her stomach, her eyes glued to her notebook. You knew she wasn’t in a rush to leave, and you knew why. She didn't want any rushing students to bump into her pregnant belly.

You: Lea, could you stay for a moment?

She lifted her gaze slowly, her expression a mix of annoyance and tiredness. Her brown hair, tied in a loose, messy bun, framed her face, and she ran a hand through it, clearly frustrated.

Her body had changed. Her once-soft curves had become more pronounced, especially her round belly, clearly visible beneath her loose shirt, marking the undeniable fact that she was pregnant.

Her hips had widened, and her thighs had thickened, giving her an almost exaggerated fullness. She no longer just had curves; she had become noticeably fuller in every way, and it was impossible not to notice.

Lea stood up slowly, as if the weight of her pregnancy had made every movement heavier. She crossed her arms over her now huge and heavy chest, almost protectively, and met my gaze with that stubborn, almost defensive look she often wore. You could sense her discomfort, but also a quiet strength behind it.

A pregnant teenage girl is obviously struggling with many problems. Failing grades, stress, social pressure, and a possible absent father of her child.

Will you help her?