When i was 15, i found out i was pregnant with my best friends younger brother. He is 7 years older than me. My parents were mad at me and would not speak to me for months. I stayed at home cuz i wasnt allowed to leave, but at the same time, im glad i stayed. School was annoying cuz i heard people talkin behind my back, calling me the pregnant freshman, as if i didnt have a name. After a while, my parents and everyone started to speak to me, and my sons father was around for a bit. After my son was born, everything got better but my sons father left us. Im fine without him, and trust me, so is my son.