Saved by a Baby Boy

Saved, By A Baby Boy
Lynette Wilkins
Everest Online
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Saved, By A Baby Boy
Being a young, fragile child, victim to my parent’s divorce, my life started a degrading, down spiral. I lost interest in what was most important to me, family, school, and life itself.   Deciding to create a fantasy of my own, I became mesmerized by friends, always wanting to have a good time and a boyfriend, whom I had claimed just to fill the void in my life. Drowning myself in the pleasantries of the world all the pain had finally started to subside, until I noticed something was not quite right.
The sickening, miserable menstrual cycle that I so dreaded and hated to see come every month, was over two weeks late.   I knew I had been sexually active, even though my mom preached continuously for me to abstain from it.   I remember it like it was yesterday.   At work, on my evening lunch break although embarrassed, I bought an overly priced, boxed pregnancy test and sped off to the small, gloomy ladies rest room.   Very nervous, scared and on edge, I took the test.   It felt like an eternity had passed before I could even get myself to look down at it, now shaking violently in my hands.   When I finally got the nerve to look down my eyes widen in disbelief as I saw a bright, blue positive sign in the window of the test that I now hated so badly.   At that moment I knew, my life as I knew it would never be the same.
That horrible summer break that had changed my life was now over, and I was finally a senior in high school.   What a bitter sweet moment as my extended belly grew larger and rounder every month that passed.   Not willing to let my situation overcome me; I joined every student club that peeped my interest. Looking forward to this moment since elementary school I was determined to make the best out of it. Nevertheless, the moment had finally come to tell my friends that the rumors were true.   I was an astonishing, six months pregnant. I never thought it would have...