excerpt from my FICTIONAL book, that may or may not ever get published

There are lots of things a teenage girl would hate to see. A car accident, a dead body, that "its ovr babe, im soz" text, or their baby sister wearing their favourite shirt. But the two stripes on a pregnancy test topped all of them for me.
I didn't know what to do. Should I phone Jacob? What would he say? Would he be angry? Would it be with me or himself?
Should I tell my mom? Would she blame herself? Would she be angry at me, or herself?
I walked over from the toilet to the mirror, and stared at my reflection. From now on, I'll never be the same again. I am now "that girl who got knocked up in high school".
Why me? What about all the parents out there, the ones who would kill to see the two stripes that had just turned my world around?
Then, it struck me. it might not be right, it could be a false positive. I took the other test out the box. I felt a sense of dread, only to see the two lines show up again.
What would my father think? He'd done everything for me, moved halfway across the world for my stupid mistakes, and here i was, disappointing him again.
I sunk to the floor with my head between my knees, when it hit me.
I didn't have to keep it. I could take my money and go get rid of the problem right now.
I wanted to slap myself. how could i have just thought that? The "problem" was a foetus. it too had a developing brain, and heart. Christ, it even would have fingernails.
One thing was sure, this was my baby, and no-one was going to take it away from me!