In high school I got pregnant.. I began my senior year just like many other 17 year olds, looking forward to being the uppermen in the school, having all the rights that come with being a senior. but unlike many other girls, i had 2 things different. My mom had just moved to our country, Dominican Republic, leaving me here in Fl to pretty much fend for myself.. I was also pregnant. My on again off again boyfriend of 2 years had broken up with me during the summer but we had had sex once during july.. our whole relationship we were having sex, although I was on the depro-provera shot. I hated the shot because it made me miss my period, I didn't think that was normal.. Imagine that, a girl wanting her period, lol. Well, 6 months to the date after stopping the shots, I got pregnant. I also had a major fight with my best friend, so I also didn't have her support senior year. I lived with my boyfriends parents and had a shotgun wedding, with white dress and a maid of honor and all.. I pretended it was what I wanted, deep inside I was so sad.. and scared. My baby girl began to move when all my classmates were going to the senior breakfast, and I was at the doctor's office looking at a sonogram of my little girl. I felt happy at being a mommy and bringing life into the world, but was very lonely. My husband wasn't really there for me, we had an abusive relationship. I mean, we had a fist fight a week before our wedding. My senior year was hard, I lost all my friends, no one wants to hang around the pregnant girl that look real weird standing next to all of her skinny ass friends that are talking aboubt smoking weed and being promiscous with guys.. I thought about baby carriages and baby names, and would my marriage ever survive (by the way, it didn't). I gave birth on April 19 to the sweetest, pinkest little 7 pound 4 ounce baby girl. I loved her and cherished her from the moment i first held her. I still do. I graduated 2 months later, walking onto thta stage and getting my diploma along with the rest o fmy classmates who believed i would drop out or be some kind of loser because I was pregnant in hgih school. I was very proud, and over anxious to get the hell outta there. Most kids left high school with a senior yearbook and many memories of their classmated.. I left with a baby book and many memoried of my baby shower. My ex husband and I went on to conceive another child, this one a little boy, who due to complications from toxemia, was stillborn on june 19, a month before his due date. He was a healthy 6 pounds 12 ounce.. We went on to divorce, we couldn't stand each other, and felt there was too much pain between us to go on. Maybe you guys are wondering why I am writing this, i think alot about the time i was pregnant and i know it helps to get it out, and so I am doing that. My little girl is 6 years old, will be 7 this April, and she is very happy along with her 9 month old baby brother, who just began to walk yesterday.. Really the point of my story is that even though there is so much pain in this world, in our communities, our own families, there is a white light at the end of the tunnel. Today i'm a very happily married woman to a hard working man, who's main goal in life is to take care of his family. I have come out of my tunnel, and am encompassed in light, and if i ever go through that tunnel again, I will know that I am not alone, I have my faithful husband and sweet babies there with me.. Thank you for taking the time to read my little article..