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In what seemed like an hour, only three minutes had passed. I looked at my clock again, it read 2:03 a.m. I’d woken up at 2:00, after only two hours of sleep. I sighed, pushing my think, white, down comforter and purple sheets to the side. I sat up, with my legs hanging off the side of my bed. I pulled the hair elastic out of my messy brown hair and pulled it over the left side of my shoulder. I stood and walked to my large cherry-wood dresser, grabbing my soft pink robe out of my top drawer. I put the robe on over my gray tank top and black shorts, but left it open. I walked to bedroom door and opened it. I looked around, all the bedroom doors were shut and lights were off. I tip-toed out of my room and down the carpeted stair-case, not bothering to close my door. I walked to the kitchen and flipped on the light. I jumped when I heard the soft “mew” of our small cat.

“Hey Chess,” I said, picking up the black and white cat, “you scared me girl.” I scratched behind her ear then set her down. She landed with a soft “thud”. Chess shock, the bell on her collar ringing, and she walked off. Something caught my eye and made me turn towards the door that led outside. I stared for a few seconds, then saw the motion-detected light come on. I got goose-bumps and started to get scared. I almost screamed as someone walked into the light, but I stopped. I looked at the person who stood just feet away from me. Three inches of glass was the only thing that separated us. In the dim light, I could see his dark hair and his face fairly well. I walked to the glass door, unlocked it, and slid it open. Cool summer air hit my face.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“I had to see you,” he said.

“Usually people are asleep right now,” I said, “and my parents will kill you if the see you here.”

“Not my Emmaline,” he said, “and I know, but they won’t see me.” His green eyes sparkled from the light hitting them. He stepped inside and I closed the door. He hugged me, and I breathed in his scent. He smelled like a fresh shower and cologne. He released the hug, then touched my stomach lightly with his hand.

“How are you?” he asked.

“We’re good,” I said, smiling.

“Have you told anyone?”

“No,” I said. My smile faded. “But I’m starting to show. Someone’s going to notice soon.”

“Well,” he said, “you can tell them or let them figure it out on their own.”

“I know Austin,” I said, “but I can’t just tell my mom that I’m 12 weeks pregnant!” At that moment, I heard a door upstairs open. Austin and I both froze.

“Emma?” I heard, “is that you?” I breathed a sigh of relief, it was only Cara, my little sister.

“Yes, Cara,” I said. I heard her run down the stairs and into the kitchen.

“I thought so,” she said, “hi Austin.” Cara loved Austin. He was like a big brother to her.

“Hey, Runt,” he teased. Cara stuck out her tongue. At eight years old, she was half my age. She was not only my little sister, but my best friend. She was also my secret keeper.

“Cara,” I said, “want to know a secret?”

“Yes!” she said, “What? Tell me! Tell me!”

“Okay, shh,” I said, “Austin and I are going to have a baby.” A huge smile crossed Cara’s face, and her big blue eyes lit up like sapphires. She jumped, her light brown curls bouncing. “Excited much?” I asked, smiling.

“Yes!” Cara said, almost a yell.

“Shh,” Austin and I both said. My hand covered Cara’s mouth.

“Go on upstairs now,” I said. “Before Mom hears you.” I removed my hand.

“Fine,” Cara huffed unhappily. She turned and went upstairs. I looked at Austin.

“She better keep quiet,” he warned.

“She will,” I said. I hugged him again, and he left. I locked the door, and went back upstairs, pausing at my mother’s bedroom door. I listened - no sound, she was asleep. I walked down the hall to a door that almost always remained closed. I opened it quietly. The room was almost identical to my own. Only whatever was purple in my room was pink here. This room belonged to my twin sister, Annabelle. We were not identical twins, but we looked alike. We were built the same. Slender, average height. Her eyes were green, mine were blue. She had beautiful auburn hair that she’d refused to cut since we were 12. It hung past her waist now. My dark brown hair hung to the middle of my back. Anna had been gone for about four months. She’d left when she found out Mom had cheated on Dad, and Cara wasn’t his. Legally, Cara belonged to our father, but biologically, she was another man’s. Anna and I had over heard Mom and Dad arguing one night about finances. Dad said something about not having to provide for Cara because she wasn’t his. They went into detail about how Mom had cheated with Dad’s friend. It upset Anna so much that she stormed out of the house right then. I’d heard from her a few times since. Texts that would say, “I’m good, how are you and Cara?” were all I’d get. I sighed, and