In June, I found out I was pregnant.

I remember it clearly. I went upstairs to do the test, ran downstairs, and jumped on my boyfriend’s lap, waiting for him to tell me what the test said. We had been together for 11 months. He told me that the test was positive, it didn’t kick in. I knew I had to have an abortion. My mum has always said she would kick me out if I ever told her I was pregnant. I wouldn’t be able to stay with my boyfriend because his mum wouldn’t let us see each other if I ever did get pregnant. I didn’t want to raise a child with nowhere to live and no money. The next day, we went to doctor’s. I told her I took a test and it said positive. She asked

‘Is that good news or bad news?’  I just stared at her blankly. I didn’t know what to say. I really wanted this baby but not this way. My boyfriend whispered to her ‘bad.’ Then he went silent again.