you pulled up in front of the nearest place with bathrooms, the movie theatre, your hands shaking as the small box rattled. running inside, you told them you needed to use the restroom, and locked yourself within the stall, following the instructions included with the item you recently bought. it was a painstakingly long five minutes before you picked the test up, fumbling with the sheet that had the results key.
there, on the little stick, was a pink smiling face. you shrieked, dropping it, shaking your head.
positive.
YOU ARE READING
bad girls
Short Storythere are stories. good girl, bad boy; you know them. there are more stories: bad girl, and good boy. but, what exactly, is a bad girl? - based upon thelovesociety's series, the people of society
