It's been a few weeks since I was sick and I feel much better now. I told my mom as soon as she got home, and she scheduled a doctor's appointment. Turns out it was just a bad case of the stomach virus.

Matt stayed with me all week. As soon as school as over, he'd come straight over to my house and stay with me until he had to go home. That was about a month or so ago so I'm obviously not sick anymore.

Today is Thursday, and tomorrow Matt and I were planning to go on a date since we haven't really gone a real one in forever. I didn't really want to do anything special, but he insisted that we do something fancy since all we ever do is hang out at each other's houses.

It took us awhile to brainstorm where we could go that was somewhat fancy. Then we came to the conclusion that we should just go to a posh restaurant. I have no idea what to wear yet, I'll have to figure that out later.

Currently, I'm on my computer watching Netflix and too lazy to pick out an outfit. I feel my phone vibrate interrupting me from my show, Bob's Burgers. Honestly, it's my favorite show.

Matt: Ready for tomorrow?!

Me: You literally just interrupted me from watching my show..

Matt: Well then

Me: Don't worry though.. I'm hype

Matt: haha same. I'll let you get back to your show now.

Me: K thanks

I love him, but no one interrupts my Netflix time.. or else.

While watching my show I keep thinking about what I should wear. A dress? A skirt? What color? How long? It really started bothering me, so I went to my closet to see what I could wear for tomorrow.

I picked out a few things, but wasn't sure which one would be perfect. My options so far were a cute form- fitting dress, a bodycon skirt with a nice blouse, or another dress that was longer and less form- fitting. I spread all three outfits out on my bed, and really put some thought into which was cutest. I then decided that the skirt and blouse was too uptight and boring. Here came the hard part.

Both of the dresses I picked were extremely cute and appropriate for the occasion. So, I tried each one on. I tried the longer one on first. It went all the down to my ankles and was a chic color of pink. The straps on the back criss- crossed forming an "X" on my back. It was really cute!

This dress was much different. It was way shorter than other lying just above my knee. Rather than a light pink, it was a dark maroon. It had a black collar at the top which made it perfect for the fitting the "formal" characteristic.

I did the same thing looking at the mirror as I did in the other dress. I turned to the side and smoothed it out, but when I went over my stomach I noticed something. A lump was there, like a rather large lump. I thought to myself this isn't normal, 15 year olds don't just randomly grow lumps at their stomachs. Then again I get really bloated after I drink too much so that's probably why I have this strange lump at my stomach.

I'm really trying to think the best of this situation, but my mind is thinking of the worst possibilities.

To prove that it was just me being bloated I drank some more because usually after I pee I no longer have a lump. I drank everything I could before I felt like my bladder was going to burst. I ran to the bathroom before anything bad happened, like me leaving a trail of pee throughout my house. After I went to the bathroom, I went to my room to look in the mirror again. Turned to the side, and it was still there. The stupid lump was still there, and now I really started panicking. If it was just me being bloated, it would have gone away by now.

I'm no longer thinking about the best possibilities anymore. I'm thinking maybe I have cancer, because when you first spot cancer, it's in the form of a lump. I would know my sister has leukemia. Yet, I feel as though if it was cancer, the lump wouldn't be this low and this big.

That means there's only one thing left that it could be then..

I'm pregnant.

"I'm fucking pregnant!"