You were the pretty, popular girl in highschool, which sounds like a good thing, but it ended up getting you knocked up at 16.

It happened two weeks after your boyfriend, Luke, broke up with you; he was tired of you flirting with other guys while you two were together. Being the bitter, immature girl you were, you slept with the quarterback, Christopher, and well...you got pregnant. Christopher, while not exactly being the sharpest tool in the shed, was surprisingly very supportive and helpful during your pregnancy, shielding you from all of the gossip and rumors about you and the pregnancy. Luke, however, couldn't believe it.

The day you went into labor, you rushed to the hospital, calling Christopher immediately. You arrived first, and Christopher never arrived; he had gotten into a car accident, and didn't make it, leaving you to deliver your baby boy all alone.

Now, sixteen years later, you're 32 with a 16 year old, teenage son, Chris, after his late father. You've dated after Christopher's death, of course, but never married or gotten serious. Recently, Chris got into a prestigious school— one that select few are accepted into. You also realize that your past flame, Luke, is the principal.