Sometimes it almost didn't seem worth it. Like I was just another reckless teenager, bound for failure, that was at first. I felt, well, like I actually fit in. That was something I vowed I would never do. My deep black charcol hair contrasting with my creamy complexion and naturally purple eyes set me apart, but that's not what this is about. It's about just me. Nothing else. Minus the cute little baby Emily lounging in my arms, its about her too. She was the thing that all started this.

Me pregnant... kinda creepy. It wasn't about anything like anyone would ever think. Don't get me wrong, I love Emily to death, but she wasn't exactly planned. My boyfriend Max and I were just goofing around at first. Then I missed my period and things got creepy.

The worst part was that I had not mom to lead me through it all. What to eat and not eat and all that stuff. I'm sure having Emily would have been much easier with a mom there.

I'm not bound for failure. I know that for sure. I had my baby, and now I'm an adult, married, and once again, with child.