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My dad came home from work and he seen me wiping my tears away hugging my mother.
"What's wrong, Stephanie?" He said putting his luggages down walking towards me,
"Oh nothing" I tried lying, I'm terrible about lying I always stutter; My mom inturrupted us,
"George..." She said quietly, looking at me.
"Stephanie I think it's best we tell him it's going to come out sooner or later"
I started to cry, "Fine.. just go ahead" I sighed, I started to get nervous.
Because I knew my dad couldn't handle this like my mom did, he would probably just send me to my grandma's house or something ridiculous like that.
"She's pregnant,George.."
"What the hell?With who? I'm going to kill this boy!" He threatened
I bit my bottom lip, and didn't respond.
He pulled me by my arm and raised his voice, "If you think opening your legs is so damn cool; then go live with him! I'm not going to deal with you"
I looked at him like he was so stupid, and my mom yelled at him "You're not kicking my daughter out!"
"Your daughter? You mean our daughter! She's a teenage girl who is pregnant!"
My mother rolled her eyes, "She's having a rough patch right now! Be a little nicer and supportive"
He hollered, "That's enough! Pack your bags and move in with this boy tomorrow."
I cried my eyes out, I can't believe how selfish my dad is being at this moment.
My mom glared at me with her dark brown eyes like she knew this was going to happen.
I whispered to myself, "Thanks for telling him.." I ran upstairs and texted Andrew
"My mother is supportive of this situation. But my dad?Not so much. He wants me to pack my bags and live with you" I sent the messsage and put my cell phone down and started crying.
My mother should have never even told him, I already knew she was.  I shouldn't even told her for crying out loud.
My phone vibrated and it was Andrew texting me,
"Alright babe, I told my parents. They are okay with you living with me"
I smiled, "Okay. I'll start packing" I sent the message and waited for a response.
I was mixed emotions. How can my dad just do this to me?
Learned a lesson: Never tell your dad girl problems. They just dont understand.
I got up, and started packing my clothes and my important things first,
I heard my parents arguing downstairs, "She isn't ready for a baby, at this age" I heard my dad say
I hate this feeling, but guess what? It's a new beginning.
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SHORT CHAPTER.
I DON'T KNOW WHEN THIS STORY WILL END BUT IT MAY BE SOON
I GO BACK TO SCHOOL AUG.11. SO IF I FINISH EARLY I WILL MAKE A NEW STORY
HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT<3