Not So Perfect

I rush to the bathroom, pushing my door open roughly. It's barely past seven so my

ller's dinner party is all that comes to mind. It must

amp skin. I decide to take a shower, getting a change of clot

l better instantly. I step out after l

nicking, knowing it could be possible. The dates add up, and I k

purse. My parents would question why I'm leaving so

le. The smell of food makes my stomach grumble, and not

ng his coffee mug down. "Where

ng my mothers stare. "Alice and I

on his cellphone. My mother cle

make any plans." The way her eyes da

ship on earth. It began as soon as I was born, Holly absolutely hated

ings. It doesn't help that my parents adore her,

sitive, I'll have to tell my ex-boyfriend. After the two of us shared a night I always thought of as spec

that he was qualified. I helped at my dads' office since I took a year off despi

el even worse if I am carrying his child. I still have options, but because I'm stubborn, I always go with what I th

efore finally getting the courage to go inside. The summer heat immediately hits me, makin

rent types of tests. It's overwhelming and I

ad breakfast, I grab a

the counter, I smil

ay. "Hi honey, will that be all for y

ne. I take the bag, wishing her a good day. As soon as I start my car

m there. I even consider calling my friend, knowing she'll

anyone around might make me feel ashamed.

veway. Stepping out with the bag in my hand, I nervously unlock the fro

to calm my nerves. I lock the bathroom door, openin

at I'll be okay. No matter the results, I can handle it. But ev

mindlessly scroll through my phone. Too distracted to even pay attention t

as I stare at the st

lip. "I can do this, " I mutter

p the stick over, practically

rease until a word pops up. I feel myself fr

gna