Confessions of a teenaged girl

Part 1

I never thought in a million years I would be here, at a medical clinic waiting on my HIV results. How could I have been so dumb? What was I thinking? Was it my fault? It’s impossible, I can’t be positive and I can’t have a child. Why? Why? Why? As I sat waiting anxiously on my results I began to think, to recall all the immature things that I did to get me in this position.{{more}}

The funny thing is I did not come from an abusive family or a poor home, actually I was brought up in a good home environment with loving parents. I had everything: brand name clothes, popular friends, education, looks and a good heart but I can say for myself that having everything was like having nothing. However, while I was growing rarely would someone say that I was a beautiful girl and I guess I fell for anyone who would tell me that I was beautiful.

I was not dull; I always performed well when it came to my schoolwork. Everything seemed perfect until I met Jamal. Jamal and I were dating for three months. I was only fourteen then and he twenty four. What was I thinking? I don’t know, I guess I was desperate and craved the attention he was giving.

• To be continued.

SVG Girl Guide Association Junior Council