Drabble 1: Pink
So my friend
nibo has challenged herself to write a 150 or 100 word drabble every day for at least a week and I said I would join her since it would be a good writing exercise for me (since as many of you know, I can be kinda verbose). Some of them will be Gilmore Girls related and some may be Original if I get inspired by something. This first one is GG but I think it speaks for itself. Enjoy.
It was pink.
My eyes widened and my knees buckled. I took a deep breath and sat on the side of the bathtub, stunned.
Fear gripped my heart. What did I know about raising children? I was still a kid. I looked at the test in my hand. Not anymore. I thought wryly.
My whole life was going to change. No more Vassar. No more bright future. Just me and this baby. And Christopher. Maybe. Two futures down the drain in one act of stupidity. Great. Our parents were going to be thrilled. I gasped, Oh God, my mother is going to kill me.
My hopes and dreams came crashing down around me as I buried my face in my hands and wept. I wept for Vassar, for my future, for my lost childhood. I wept for Christopher. I wept for the baby.
I wept because it was pink.
nibo has challenged herself to write a 150 or 100 word drabble every day for at least a week and I said I would join her since it would be a good writing exercise for me (since as many of you know, I can be kinda verbose). Some of them will be Gilmore Girls related and some may be Original if I get inspired by something. This first one is GG but I think it speaks for itself. Enjoy.
It was pink.
My eyes widened and my knees buckled. I took a deep breath and sat on the side of the bathtub, stunned.
Fear gripped my heart. What did I know about raising children? I was still a kid. I looked at the test in my hand. Not anymore. I thought wryly.
My whole life was going to change. No more Vassar. No more bright future. Just me and this baby. And Christopher. Maybe. Two futures down the drain in one act of stupidity. Great. Our parents were going to be thrilled. I gasped, Oh God, my mother is going to kill me.
My hopes and dreams came crashing down around me as I buried my face in my hands and wept. I wept for Vassar, for my future, for my lost childhood. I wept for Christopher. I wept for the baby.
I wept because it was pink.