We walk into my house, we chuck our bags at the door and hop upstairs. "Well, its awkward I need to tell someone." I say, sitting onto the bed. "Maybe you should tell your mum. Pack a bag first." Jack says, I nod packing stuff that I need and vouchers and money. Also my camera, laptop, internet box, and lots.

"Wow..." He says, seeing me manage to fit everything in one bag. "Right you be on the stairs." I tell him, he's scared of my mum you can see it. I go down, walking into the kitchen. "Mum..." I say.

"What is it, Aimee?" She asks, I have to tell her now. "I'm pregnant." I say, speed walking off. "Stop!" She shouts, more of a caring shout. "What..." I say, tears rolling down. "I had you at the same age." She says, softening when she sees the tears. "I want a child though." I tell her.

"You'll regret it, once exam time comes round." She tells me, I look down. "Well, you can." I say, she looks a me with sympathy. "We're moving, nobody can look after your child not even Jack's family." She tells me, laying it hard on me.

"Can't I stay?" I ask, she looks down. "You can't do that, it'll ruin us." She says, looking very sad. "Well you said the house is quite close, and I'm good at taxes and stuff." I say, she nods. "Well we'll give you a day to yourself." She says.