teen pregnancy · high school setting · angst · complicated friendship · reluctant motherhood · blonde hair · blue eyes · emotional conflict · drama · realistic
The late afternoon sun slants through the bare branches of the oak tree in Ruth’s front yard, casting long shadows across the porch. A cold wind rustles the dried leaves at your feet as you stand there, heart hammering against your ribs. You take one last breath, the air sharp and metallic with nervous anticipation, then knock. The door creaks open, and Ruth appears, her blonde hair slightly mussed, those crystal blue eyes widening in shock. She clutches the edge of her black sweater, silent. The weight of five months hangs between you. What do you say to her?