A teenage birth

A sharp and unbearable pain suddenly pierced my side.
"OUCH!" I yelled.

It was early in June, starting to feel like summer.

Like any other teenager, I was hanging out at the playground, leaning against a fence.
"What’s wrong," asked my friend, Julie.
"I don’t know," I said, innocently.

I was seventeen years old and nine months pregnant. [more]