Think none, get two

I have written this novel on english, because I have a better way to express my self on english. This is my story. I got pregnant when I was 14. It was my first boyfriend, and he was the one who took my virginity. I had this pressure. “I have to do it”. Every body has done it, but in real life I was the first one in my “gang” that had sex. Everyone had talked about and they had sad that “I lost my virginity last year” and “I lost mine when I was 11”, I believed it. And my boyfriend was 23 years old, so I knew that he had done it. So I did it. And we didn’t protect us. It hurt so much and I didn’t stop crying until the next day. It was terrible. I went to a gynaecologist, to see if I had got any diseases or if I was pregnant, and I was. I told my boyfriend and wanted me to make an abortion. I sad that I couldn’t do something like that; I can’t kill something that is alive. So I kept it. He left 3 days after I sad I was pregnant. I told my parents; my mother took it pretty well, she sad she was going to support me if I kept it, but my dad freaked out. He sad that I had to make an abortion or he would kick my out of the house. But he calmed down eventually. So when I was in the 4th month I started to show, and the school didn’t wanted me to go there, so I had to have private lessons at home. I still kept contact with my friends, and when I told them, they got so exited they went out to buy babies clothing. I went to the doctor, and he sad that when I was in the 8th month they would deliver the baby. But when I was in the 7th month, I got in labours. And I was alone in my house. My parents were at work, because they didn’t thought I would have the baby now. So I called the ambulance, but when they came the babies’ head was out. So they had to deliver it at the spot, in our living room. I have never felt that kind of pain before, I actually thought I was going to die. I cried so much. And when the baby started to cry, they put him on my chest, and I have never felt that happy. It was the happiest moment in my life, then I got in labours again, and I almost killed my son, because I hold him so hard, so they took him away from me and they delivered my daughter. I thought I was going to die again, and then they put both of them in my arms, and I never ever felt that happy. Then the ambulance personal took me to the hospital, where I got exam. And they exam my babies. We were just all right. I had to spend two weeks in the hospital. It felt like everybody came to see me. And I named my babies Ebba and Fredrick. They were s-------------------o cute. They had blue eyes and allot of dark hair, after their daddy I think. My ex-boyfriend never came back. And now Ebba and Fredrick are three years old. They almost look alike. They still got allot of dark hair, but their eyes are green, and I don’t mean green… I mean GREEN, like really green-green-green. Allot of people look at me when I’m walking around with two kids in town when I’m only 17 years old. But I really love my babies, and I don’t regret that I don’t took an abortion. Now I have a new boyfriend who adores my kids. He loves them really much, like they’re his own kids. We’ve been together for six months now, and I’m pregnant again. And I wont take an abortion, I’ll keep it again, but that’s it. No more babies after these three. And if it’s a boy I’ll name him Christian and if it’s a girl I’ll name her Lauren.

Skriven av: Jenny