Benjiman McCracken- The kid with some rage and alot of heart, chapter 1
Maria Rose Armstrong, Age- 21
Mariah Toxic Pritchard-Dirnt, Age-21
Robert (Bert) McCracken, Age-25
Brittney Armstrong, Age-50
Billie Joe Armstrong, Dead
Tre' Cool, Age-68
----Maria/Bert's APT.----
"Oh my god Toxic, this test can't be right." I gasped. I threw the test on the white tiled counter.
"Gimme that." My best friend, Toxic, snatched it into her hands and gasped too. "Holy motherfucking shit..." She looked up at me. Her eyes were so wide I thought they were gonna pop right out of her head. "You're pregnant!"
I was silent. I gulped. Great, just great. Me and Bert were already love on the rocks, how the hell was I gonna tell him I was pregnant.
All of a sudden, I burst into tears. "Oh..." Toxic jumped up and hugged me tightly. I cried on her shoulder, "I can't be pregnant, I can't."
She pulled me away from her, looked me in the eyes and said calmly, "Lets just go to the docters, you know those stupid tests are never right."
I swiped my nose with the back of my hand and said, "You're right, these things are so cheap." I grabbed the phone and dialed my docters number. I had an appointent in an hour. And since Bert was on tour he didn't have to know about it.
An hour passed. Me and Toxic climbed into my black Tahoe and drove to the clinic. "Dude I'm so nervous." I muttered over the CKY CD that was playing in the CD player.
She smiled a little and nudged my arm. "Hey look at the bright side, you'll be a mom if this test was right." I had to smile. That would be pretty cool. I pulled into the parking lot and jumped out. I signed in, filled out some paper work and soon my name was called by my docter, Mr. Jackson.
I made Toxic come with me 'cause I was so freaked. "Okay Maria, can you tell me exactly why your here?" He asked, looking at a clipboard.
"Umm well, I was having some morning sickness so I decided to take a pregnancy test this morning and it came back positive, so I just wanna make sure, that I am or am not pregnant." He smiled at me and nodded.
He pulled on some rubber gloves and handed me a plastic cup. "I'm going to need you to urinate in this cup, please." Toxic snickered. I glared at her and then cocked my head back to the docter.
After all that business was taken care of, I had to wait twenty more minutes for the results. "Well Maria, you are indeed pregnant." Dr. Jackson said smiling.
I frowned. "Oh man." I muttered.
He touched my shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you can always have an abortion, or adoption." I looked up at him almost in disgust. I would never kill or give away my baby.
After he explained a couple things to me, I jumped off the metal table I had been sitting on and me and Toxic walked back to the car. Toxic socked my shoulder. "Your gonna be a mom!" She looked really excited. I smiled. "How are you gonna tell Bert?" Toxic asked.
I frowned. "I have no idea."
Mariah Toxic Pritchard-Dirnt, Age-21
Robert (Bert) McCracken, Age-25
Brittney Armstrong, Age-50
Billie Joe Armstrong, Dead
Tre' Cool, Age-68
----Maria/Bert's APT.----
"Oh my god Toxic, this test can't be right." I gasped. I threw the test on the white tiled counter.
"Gimme that." My best friend, Toxic, snatched it into her hands and gasped too. "Holy motherfucking shit..." She looked up at me. Her eyes were so wide I thought they were gonna pop right out of her head. "You're pregnant!"
I was silent. I gulped. Great, just great. Me and Bert were already love on the rocks, how the hell was I gonna tell him I was pregnant.
All of a sudden, I burst into tears. "Oh..." Toxic jumped up and hugged me tightly. I cried on her shoulder, "I can't be pregnant, I can't."
She pulled me away from her, looked me in the eyes and said calmly, "Lets just go to the docters, you know those stupid tests are never right."
I swiped my nose with the back of my hand and said, "You're right, these things are so cheap." I grabbed the phone and dialed my docters number. I had an appointent in an hour. And since Bert was on tour he didn't have to know about it.
An hour passed. Me and Toxic climbed into my black Tahoe and drove to the clinic. "Dude I'm so nervous." I muttered over the CKY CD that was playing in the CD player.
She smiled a little and nudged my arm. "Hey look at the bright side, you'll be a mom if this test was right." I had to smile. That would be pretty cool. I pulled into the parking lot and jumped out. I signed in, filled out some paper work and soon my name was called by my docter, Mr. Jackson.
I made Toxic come with me 'cause I was so freaked. "Okay Maria, can you tell me exactly why your here?" He asked, looking at a clipboard.
"Umm well, I was having some morning sickness so I decided to take a pregnancy test this morning and it came back positive, so I just wanna make sure, that I am or am not pregnant." He smiled at me and nodded.
He pulled on some rubber gloves and handed me a plastic cup. "I'm going to need you to urinate in this cup, please." Toxic snickered. I glared at her and then cocked my head back to the docter.
After all that business was taken care of, I had to wait twenty more minutes for the results. "Well Maria, you are indeed pregnant." Dr. Jackson said smiling.
I frowned. "Oh man." I muttered.
He touched my shoulder and said, "Don't worry, you can always have an abortion, or adoption." I looked up at him almost in disgust. I would never kill or give away my baby.
After he explained a couple things to me, I jumped off the metal table I had been sitting on and me and Toxic walked back to the car. Toxic socked my shoulder. "Your gonna be a mom!" She looked really excited. I smiled. "How are you gonna tell Bert?" Toxic asked.
I frowned. "I have no idea."
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