1 Perfect gone wrong

It was the day after winter break and Olivia was in 9th grade. Olivia Sangria had just turned 13 years old (she skipped a grade) she had a 14 year old girlfriend named Lisa Dalton (yes, Olivia is a lesbian 13 year old), and she had a great best friend, Adam Carver. Adam and Olivia had known each other since they were in preschool, and Olivia didn't care that she had just met Lisa a few weeks ago, all she cared was that Lisa was great in bed 😏.

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After school...

Olivia turned the corner on Fullerton Street and took a deep breath as she headed into the convenience store. "What will I tell my dad if I am?", she thought to herself. She gathered her strength and walked in.

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40 minutes later; In Olivia's bathroom

Olivia stared down at the test. "One line. One line.", she prayed to herself. "Please don't let me be pregnant!". Olivia stared at the test until she saw a single line appear. She started to breathe a sigh of relief when a thin second pink line appeared next to the first. "FUCK!", Olivia thought. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck! How the fuck did i fuck up this damn much!? What the hell am i going to fucking tell Lisa?" Olivia threw the pregnancy test away and took out her phone. This was her conversation with Lisa, her lesbian girlfriend who fucked her and get her pregnant:

Olivia: "I fucked up, Lisa, I fucking fucked up real fucking bad!"

Lisa: "What's wrong baby ❤️"

Olivia:"IM FUCKED UP YOU FUCKING BITCH I DON'T FUCKING NEED YOUR FUCKING LOVE!"

Lisa: "Are you breaking up with me baby?

Olivia: "NO! I'm just fucking mad because you fucking put a fucking baby inside my fucking uterus! IM PREGNANT YOU BITCH! And you're fucking moving to fucking America in 26 fucking days!"

Lisa: "We're sorry but the number your trying to reach has been removed"

Olivia: "YOU FUCKING SPELLED 'YOU'RE' FUCKING WRONG YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE I FUCKING WISH I NEVER FUCKING FUCKED YOU UP!"

Lisa: "We're sorry but the number *you're* trying to reach has been removed"

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9 months later...

Dear Diary,

Today baby Lilly died. She was 5 days old. Am I a bad person for killing her? It's not my fucking fault because that baby would have fucking ruined my fucking life, so I'm not really a bad person. Too bad nobody will ever send me to jail for killing my baby, because I'll already be dead. Goodbye Lilly. Mommy's coming to join you now. To whoever finds this diary, bury me in the woods next to where I buried Lilly. Where I killed her. Goodbye fucking world. It's July 4, 2006, raining very hard. Perfect weather for me to "slip" off the rocks near the lake, hit my head on the rocks and die :) I'm coming to join you now Lilly.

Have good fucking life

-olivia