We continued for 9 weeks, and when I missed 2 periods in a row my mom took me to see the doctor. He told my mom that I was 2 months pregnant and due in mid November. She said that I was going to give the baby up. After we got home I ran to my room, locked myself in, and called the baby’s father. He told me he didn’t want to talk to me anymore. I cried for days and finally got the courage to call my dad, who was furious, but offered to move me out of the state to New York and I could live with him. Two weeks later I moved to New York and my dad told me it was up to me whether I would keep the baby or not. I decided that I would and he supported my decision. I still attended school up until 5 weeks before he was due.
Months later on November 2 I woke up with some bad cramps. I went to take a shower and I noticed I was having contractions but more severe then the ones I had before. I called for my dad, and he rushed me to my doctor. 21 hours and 45 minutes of pushing later I had a baby boy. Now I still go to school, and my dad and my grandfather watch him while I am at school and study.
 -- Kelly
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