Tavn's Name Bank BNG -- Part II

greyer · March 5, 2012, 12:29pm

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [[name]Addisyn[/name]], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [[name]Addisyn[/name]] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [[name]Cruz[/name]] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [[name]Cruz[/name]]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [[name]Cruz[/name]] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [[name]Cruz[/name]], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [[name]Addisyn[/name]] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [[name]Cruz[/name]]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [AJ] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [AJ] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [AJ]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [AJ] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [[name]Addisyn[/name]] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [AJ] name him together and he gets your last name just like [[name]Addisyn[/name]] did. You decide to name him [Zayn [name]Mykel[/name] [name]Baxter[/name]].

[Zayn] looks just like your eldest brother, [[name]Boone[/name]], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

tavn · March 15, 2012, 12:47pm

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Aubree[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Aubree[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Conrad[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Conrad[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Conrad[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Conrad[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Aubree[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Conrad[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Viv[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Viv[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Viv[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Viv[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Aubree[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Viv[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Aubree[/name] did. You decide to name him [name]Koltyn[/name] Alyxzandr [name]Heath[/name].

[name]Koltyn[/name] looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Walter[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

misschelseabeth · April 17, 2012, 10:27am

tavn’s Name [name]Bank[/name] BNG – Part II
[name]LINK[/name] TO PART I: Nameberry - Welcome to the Nameberry Forums

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Aubree[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Aubree[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Tyler[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Tyler[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Tyler[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Tyler[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Aubree[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Tyler[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Molly[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Molly[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of ’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Molly[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Aubree[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Molly[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Aubree[/name] did. You decide to name him Aayden [name]Mykel[/name].

Aayden looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Adam[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

TO BE CONTINUED…

meeks · May 6, 2012, 1:00pm

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with Kynziey, but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave Kynziey home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Carter[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Carter[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Carter[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Carter[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for Kynziey because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Carter[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Tate[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Tate[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Tate[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Tate[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching Kynziey and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Tate[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like Kynziey did. You decide to name him [name]Karsin[/name] Andrue.

[name]Karsin[/name] looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Drew[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

smoosh · May 12, 2012, 7:20pm

I gave birth to my daughter a week before summer vacation. I get the whole summer with her, but I know that when I go back to school, I’m going to have to leave her with my foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward me and help me with [name]Aubree[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

I start back up at school. I made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite me to a party that’s going on that night. I don’t want to leave [name]Aubree[/name] home longer than needed, but I decide I’ll go to this one party. I’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When I get there, I see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. I see [name]Adam[/name] and instantly turn on my heels to leave, but my friends stop me. They tell me that I have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. I reluctantly stay. My friends want me to go grab a few drinks with them to calm my nerves. I do, but as soon as I start drinking, I start thinking about all the horrible things in my life, and how the only time everything was easy was when I was carefree with [name]Adam[/name]. I miss that feeling and I really want to have a family - not some broken up family with no structure. But I know I’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through my head (and I’m quite inebriated), [name]Adam[/name] comes up to me. I don’t even wait for him to speak. I jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes me upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and I easily go back to my old ways with him. But then he disappears and I pass out.

I wake up at home, in my bed. My foster parents are very upset with me. They don’t know that I slept with [name]Adam[/name], but they know I got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Aubree[/name] because she can’t drink my milk till it’s out of my system. They make me work hard all day around to house to pay off the formula.

When I go back to school, my eyes catch with [name]Adam[/name]'s. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with me and other than one-nighters. So I make sure my emotions are in check and continue on with my life.

However, a few weeks later, I wake up sick. My stomach drops. But I shake it off. I couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. I try to hide it as best as I can, but my foster sister, [name]Laila[/name], picks up on it and blatantly asks me if I’m pregnant. I confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to me. I take it and it comes back positive. I cry all night and can’t believe how stupid I could be.

A few weeks later, I finally gather up the guts to tell my foster parents. This time they insist I get an abortion. Last time, they wanted me to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But I refuse. I couldn’t imagine my life without my daughter and I refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that I be transferred to a different foster family. I don’t want to go through all this again, so I decide I’m going to take my daughter and run away that night. [name]Laila[/name] says she’s going with me. So the two of us leave that night.

We wind up staying at a friend of [name]Laila[/name]‘s place for a couple of weeks. Neither of us go to school. Instead, we’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Laila[/name] finally gets one and I follow suit a week later. We’re able to work out our schedules so that when I’m at work, she’s home watching [name]Aubree[/name] and vice versa. Within and month of leaving my foster parents’, the two of us have enough to support ourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, I give birth to a baby boy. Me and [name]Laila[/name] name him together and he gets my last name just like [name]Aubree[/name] did. We decide to name him Jaxsonn Jaykob [name]Patton[/name] “[name]Jack[/name]”.

[name]Jack[/name] looks just like my eldest brother, [name]Christian[/name], and it breaks my heart. It’s hard to think that I already have 2 children by the age of 16. I decide I REALLY need to pull my life together…NOW! And I want to get back in touch with my siblings.

[name]Jack[/name]:

[name]Aubree[/name] now:

tavn · August 15, 2012, 1:14pm

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Aubree[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Aubree[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Gabe[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Gabe[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Gabe[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Gabe[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Aubree[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Gabe[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Ella[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Ella[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Ella[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Ella[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Aubree[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Ella[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Aubree[/name] did. You decide to name him Zayn Alexzandr [name]Gallagher[/name].

Zayn looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Shane[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

TO BE CONTINUED…

system · August 15, 2012, 2:42pm

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Aubree[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Aubree[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Hugo[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Hugo[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Hugo[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Hugo[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Aubree[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Hugo[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Vivienne[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Vivienne[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Vivienne[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Vivienne[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Aubree[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Vivienne[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Aubree[/name] did. You decide to name him [name]Karsin[/name] [name]Jaycob[/name].

[name]Karsin[/name] looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Moses[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

genevieve · August 15, 2012, 3:06pm

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Aubree[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Aubree[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Theo[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Theo[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Theo[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Theo[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Aubree[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Theo[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Molly[/name], picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Molly[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Molly[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Molly[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Aubree[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Molly[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Aubree[/name] did. You decide to name him Zayn [name]Danyel[/name] McMahon.

Zayn looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Adam[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

TO BE CONTINUED…

sheflieswithherownwi · August 16, 2012, 3:57pm

22 year old male, LN 1: [name]Conrad[/name] [name]Thomas[/name] [name]Patton[/name]
19 year old female, LN 1: [name]Ella[/name] [name]Vivienne[/name] [name]Patton[/name]
18 year old male, LN 1: [name]Dexter[/name] [name]Michael[/name] [name]Patton[/name]
16 year old male, LN 1: [name]Joel[/name] [name]Christian[/name] [name]Patton[/name]
16 year old male #2, LN 2: [name]Carter[/name] [name]Lane[/name] Stevens
15 year old female, LN 3: [name]Tatum[/name] [name]Ariel[/name] [name]Baxter[/name]
14 year old female, LN 1: [name]Tabitha[/name] [name]Molly[/name] [name]Patton[/name]

DD: [name]Aubree[/name] [name]Olyvia[/name] [name]Patton[/name] [1]
- DS: Zayn Khristoffer [name]Patton[/name] [NB]
  13 year old male, LN 1: [name]McKinley[/name] [name]Shane[/name] [name]Patton[/name]
  12 year old male, LN 1: [name]Max[/name] [name]Andrew[/name] [name]Patton[/name]
  10 year old male, LN 2: [name]Hunter[/name] [name]Adam[/name] Stevens

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Aubree[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Aubree[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Carter[/name] [name]Lane[/name] Stevens and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Carter[/name] [name]Lane[/name] Stevens. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Carter[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Carter[/name] but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Aubree[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Carter[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Tatum[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Tatum[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Tatum[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Tatum[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Aubree[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Tatum[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Aubree[/name] did. You decide to name him Zayn Khristoffer [name]Patton[/name].

Zayn looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Conrad[/name] [name]Thomas[/name] [name]Patton[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

megan005 · August 16, 2012, 6:10pm

[QUOTE=tavn;1377219][name]LINK[/name] TO PART I: Nameberry - Welcome to the Nameberry Forums

Me:[name]Molly[/name] [name]Arista[/name] [name]Gallagher[/name]
DD: [name]Emersyn[/name] Ayva [name]Gallagher[/name]

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Emersyn[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Emersyn[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Gabriel[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Gabe[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Gabriel[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Gabe[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Emersyn[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Gabe[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Ella[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Ella[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Ella[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Ella[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Emersyn[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Ella[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Emersyn[/name] did. You decide to name him [name]Koltyn[/name] Jaykob.

[name]Koltyn[/name] looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Asher[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

katie8765 · August 16, 2012, 8:10pm

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Braelynn[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Braelynn[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Adam[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Adam[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Adam[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Adam[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Braelynn[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Adam[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Ella[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Ella[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Ella[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Ella[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Braelynn[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Ella[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Braelynn[/name] did. You decide to name him Zayn [name]Mykel[/name]

Zayn looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Tyler[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

TO BE CONTINUED…

vildeoddli · August 17, 2012, 1:39am

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Addi[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Addi[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Adam[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Adam[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Adam[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Adam[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Addi[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Adam[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Tabitha[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Tabitha[/name]] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Tabitha[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Tabitha[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Addi[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Tabitha[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Addi[/name] did. You decide to name him [name]Landyn[/name] [name]Danyel[/name] [name]Walsh[/name].

[name]Landyn[/name] looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Daniel[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

MorganaLeFaye · August 17, 2012, 4:09am

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Anna[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Anna[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Dan[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Dan[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Dan[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Dan[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Anna[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Dan[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Avalon[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Avalon[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Avalon[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Avalon[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Anna[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Avalon[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Anna[/name] did. You decide to name him Loginn Khristoffer.

Loginn looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Gabriel[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

TO BE CONTINUED…

kaydee218 · August 17, 2012, 3:59pm

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]KAYDENCE[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]KAYDENCE[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]CHASE[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]CHASE[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]CHASE[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]CHASE[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]KAYDENCE[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]CHASE[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]LAILA[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]LAILA[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]LAILA[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]LAILA[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]KAYDENCE[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]LAILA[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]KAYDENCE[/name] did. You decide to name him [name]KOLTYN[/name] [name]DANYEL[/name] [name]WALSH[/name] and he looks just like [name]CARTER[/name]

mariah778 · August 17, 2012, 4:28pm

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Emersyn[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Emersyn[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Joel[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Joel[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Joel[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Joel[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Emersyn[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Joel[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Ariel[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Ariel[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Ariel[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Ariel[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Emersyn[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Ariel[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Emersyn[/name] did. You decide to name him.
[name]Landyn[/name] Anthonee [name]Baxter[/name] looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Adam[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

system · September 10, 2012, 4:58pm

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Addisyn[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Addisyn[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Drew[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Drew[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Drew[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Drew[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Addisyn[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Drew[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Ella[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Ella[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Ella[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Ella[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Addisyn[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Ella[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Addisyn[/name] did. You decide to name him [name]Landyn[/name] [name]Danyel[/name].

[name]Landyn[/name] looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Porter[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

TO BE CONTINUED…

blueberry11 · September 11, 2012, 6:27am

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Emmie[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Emmie[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Dexter[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Dexter[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Dexter[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Dexter[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Emmie[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Dexter[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Lydia[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Lydia[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Lydia[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Lydia[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Emmie[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Lydia[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Emmie[/name] did. You decide to name him Zayn Jaykob [name]Baxter[/name].

Zayn looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Hugo[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

genevieve · November 14, 2012, 11:00am

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with Makynziey, but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave Makynziey home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Hunter[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Hunter[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Hunter[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Hunter[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for Makynziey because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Hunter[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister [name]Ariel[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Ariel[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Ariel[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Ariel[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching Makynziey and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Ariel[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like Makynziey did. You decide to name him Aayden Khristoffer [name]Baxter[/name].

Aayden looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Hugo[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Eeyoregirl2009 · November 17, 2012, 11:55am

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Emersyn[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Emersyn[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Tom[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Tom[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Tom[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Tom[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Emersyn[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Tom[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Angie[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Angie[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Angie[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Angie[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Emersyn[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Angie[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Emersyn[/name] did. You decide to name him Aayden [name]Mykel[/name] [name]Walsh[/name].

Aayden looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Andrew[/name]], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.

TO BE CONTINUED…

curiouslula · November 24, 2012, 5:04pm

You gave birth to your daughter a week before summer vacation. You get the whole summer with her, but you know that when you go back to school, you’re going to have to leave her with your foster parents. They’ve warmed up some toward you and help you with [name]Aubree[/name] [name]Emaleigh[/name], but it will still be hard to leave her.

You start back up at school. You made a couple of friends at the end of last year. They invite you to a party that’s going on that night. You don’t want to leave [name]Aubree[/name] home longer than needed, but you decide you’ll go to this one party. You’ve never been invited to one, so why turn this one down?

When you get there, you see that this party is mostly upperclassmen. You see [name]Luca[/name] and instantly turn on your heels to leave, but your friends stop you. They tell you that you have to learn being around him sometime, so why not start now. You reluctantly stay. Your friends want you to grab a few drinks with them to calm your nerves. You do, but as you start drinking, you start thinking about all the horrible things in your life, and how the only time everything was easy was when you were carefree with [name]Luca[/name]. You miss that feeling and you really want to have a family – not some broken up family with no structure. But you know you’ll never have that. [name]Just[/name] as all these thoughts are going through your head (and you’re quite inebriated), [name]Luca[/name] comes up to you. You don’t even wait for him to speak. You jump on him, hug him, and start crying. Slightly embarrassed, he takes you upstairs. [name]One[/name] thing quickly leads to another, and you easily go back to your old ways with him. But then he disappears and you pass out.

You wake up at home, in your bed. Your foster parents are very upset with you. They don’t know that you slept with [name]Luca[/name], but they know you got drunk, and that caused them to have to buy baby formula for [name]Aubree[/name] because she can’t drink your milk till it’s out of your system. They make you work hard all day around the house to pay off the formula.

When you go back to school, you catch eyes with [name]Luca[/name]. He quickly looks away and walks off with his friends. He obviously wants nothing to do with you other than one-nighters. So you make sure your emotions are in check and continue on with your life.

However, a few weeks later, you wake up sick. Your stomach drops. But then you shake it off. You couldn’t possibly be pregnant after a one night rendezvous. But as the week goes on, the nauseous feeling doesn’t go away. You try to hide it as best as you can, but your foster sister, [name]Laila[/name] picks up on it and blatantly asks you if you’re pregnant. You confide in her and she agrees to sneak a pregnancy test to you. You take it and it comes back positive. You cry all night and can’t believe how stupid you could be.

A few weeks later, you finally gather up the guts to tell your foster parents. This time they insist you get an abortion. Last time, they wanted you to “pay the consequence”, but this time, they don’t want to deal with supporting and caring for two babies. But you refuse. You couldn’t imagine your life without your daughter and you refuse to imagine a life without this baby either. They say they’re going to ask that you be transferred to a different foster family. You don’t want to go through all this again, so you decide you’re going to take your daughter and run away that night. [name]Laila[/name] says she’s going with you. So the two of you leave that night.

You wind up staying at a friend of [name]Laila[/name]’s place for a couple weeks. Neither of you go to school. Instead, you’re both out looking for jobs day and night. [name]Laila[/name] finally gets one and you follow suit a week later. You’re able to work your schedules so that when you’re at work, she’s home watching [name]Aubree[/name] and vice versa. Within a month of leaving your foster parents’, the two of you have enough to support yourselves in a one bedroom apartment.

7 months later, you give birth to a baby boy. You and [name]Laila[/name] name him together and he gets your last name just like [name]Aubree[/name] did. You decide to name him Zayn Alexzandr.

Zayn looks just like your eldest brother, [name]Jethro[/name], and it breaks your heart. It’s hard to think that you already have 2 children by the age of 16. You decide you REALLY need to pull your life together…NOW! And you want to get back in touch with your siblings.