Hey Mama!

I sat there on the toilet, holding the little device that would tell me how my life had changed. If it was positive, then I would be wisked into a life of motherhood. If negative, I would remain one of the few girls without a kid. It was a right of passage, so to speak, just like loosing your baby teeth. It ment you were grown up, or growing up, and ready to deal with the problems of real life.
As a sat there waiting, I contemplated my body in the mirror. I was 5'7", tall for a girl, with hair that came down past my shoulders. I had a pretty face, with big baby blues, a cute button nose and slightly poughty lips. That's what attracted my boyfriend Jacob, 6'4", well built, captain of the football team and one of the smartest students I know. C cups, big enough to escape the ridicule of Sarah but not so big I felt like a slut. A shapely body and well toned muscles atoned to the fact that I was captain of the tennis team. I was also smart, Jacob and I were top of our class.
The device beeped, telling me my doom had been decided. I looked down at it. I looked again. It said positive.
A feeling of happiness welled up inside me. I was a mother! I ran to my room, grabbing my magic stone while I was at it. I collapsed on my bed face down and sobbed tears of joy into my pillow.
It, like the bed a lay on, was pink. A canopy bed in the corner of my room, I had used this huge bed as long as I could remember. Across from my bed, the entire wall was a walk in closet. Inside I had most of the outfits available to women kind. I also had a vanity with nail polish and mascara of every color under the sun. Almost all of my walls were covered in posters and pictures. I had pictures from all of my favorite bands, most of them with cute guys, and pictures of all of my friends. Most of them had either Karyn or my fraternal twin Jon, the two constants in my life where my parents were never home to care of use or our younger siblings. Many of the recent ones showed me and Jacob, at the movies, at the mall, hugging after he won a football game or me a tennis match.' 
My desk was in the last corner, with a thin Netbook on it. Paperback romances were mixed in with a handful of classics and other books suggested to me. Just then I heard a nock on my door.