"Oh god," Sam said as she looked down at the now pink test tube infront of her.
"Shit, shit, shit," She yelled at the top of her lungs. She picked up picked test tube and through it across the room, and it shattered into a million pieces just like her life.
"What the hell does Mark have, super human sperm?," Sam said to herself, and of Marcy's current condition.
"Do I tell her,?" Sam thought, then she changed her mind, that's ludicrous. Marcy and Sam hadn't talked for 4 weeks but Sam missed her terribly.
"What's going on up there?, did I here something to break,?" Sam's mom yelled up the stairs.
"No mom, I just dropped my brush," Sam explained, turning a staring at her reflection in the mirror. Her face was tear stained and she felt weak. This was not supposed to happen, why do these things always happen to people who sooo don't need it. At that same moment Marcy was starrring at ther reflection. Her protruding belly was becoming more and more obvious. People were always starring, judging her. Her parents wouldn't talk to her anymore. It was like she was a stranger in her own world. She thought of Sam, and how they had always dreamed of going through these things together. Her life was a mess. "What am I gonna do," Both girls said in unison, but they were still miles apart.
