It was exactly 8 months ago that I told my mother I was pregnant. You should have seen this woman! She was ranting, raving, and doing all sorts of hollering! Sort of pointless really. Yea, I was 17 and pregnant, but there's nothing I could do about it. Or her for that matter. The deed was done. To this day I still get funny looks from the neighbors, old friends from my senior class, the deans, family friends, and the preacher most of all. The old man even had the nerve to take me into the church one afternoon on my way back from the clinic and sit me down to have "the chat". Silly old man probably doesn't even know which hole to stick his one eyed snake in. So I'd sit and smiling, and looking sorry while he stood in front of the Jesus statue rambling on about how I should have kept my legs closed, not in those words of course.
But through all the lectures about sex, all the dirty glances from ashamed classmates, and even through a movie about Jesus, Stella Jo kept on growing. I knew it was going to be girl. It was something inside of me that just screamed, "It's a girl, Clementine! You're growing yourself a woman!" But now that I think about it, I don't blame anyone for the glances they cast my way or even the people who lectured me or passed me notes that read something along the lines of, "Dirty Clementine, how far will your legs spread?" or some stupid shit like that. Honestly, at the time I got notes like that I laughed. It was funny how they flattered themselves like that. Cute really.
I probably would have done the exact same thing. Look down upon the pregnant teen. It sounds awful if you just say it out loud, but if you happen to BE that teen, the one who mothers cover their little girl's eyes when you walk , imagine if that was you. Would you appreciate it? Of course not, but then again their mothers shielded their eyes when a young pregnant woman walked past without a blinding ring on her finger, so what's to be expected. You base your opinions and the way you think around the way that your mother raised you. So I'm assuming it was only instinct that they would shun me. I would have too at one point , I hate to say.
That was until I met him. The almighty fairy tale prince. same prince that got me pregnant and left me to give birth alone. That's the same man, alright. The one who had told me he'd love me no matter what. The one who took off my clothes and "made love" to me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, THAT man. The one who I had known for months, the one I had told myself I loved. Well 10 months later here I am, proof of his "love" for me sleeping soundly in her crib, her small little thumb rocking back and forth in her mouth in rhythm with her breathing. My little Stella 's got this cute little button nose and the biggest brown eyes I've ever seen. I don't know how she got brown hair because mine is red and her dad's is blonde, but maybe it's just one of those things that happens when they're babies.
Sometimes I just wake up in the middle of the night crying, knowing that I threw my life away that one night in the backseat of that Chevy when my prince talked me out of my dress. I don't know how to explain it really, but I'll pour my heart out over my pillow, I have the tear stains to prove it, and then moments later I'll I didn't throw my life away, but rather I created a new beginning not only for my future but for a whole other human being. My human being. My baby, Stella Jo.

(a/n: heyyy heyy yall this is just a short thing I felt like writing..its not goin anywhere, just a little clip of something that popped in my who knows, somewhere in the future when I finish my other stories I might go back and add something onto this one. Tell me watcha think pretty pleeeeease =D )

hugz n cupcakes..wendy