Cynthia Maciver

Post by Kiersten on Jan 16, 2020 19:28:30 GMT -6

Name: Cynthia Maciver

Gender: Female

Age: 31

Birthday: January 16

Status: Divorced

Orientation: Straight

Position: Russian 1&2; Spanish 1&2

Playby: Amy Jackson

“Fuck. It’s definitely positive.” Cynthia stepped out of the bathroom holding a pink pregnancy test in her hand as she stared down at the two little pink lines that became visible. There were multiple pregnancy tests were strewn about the bathroom counter, all giving the same results: positive.

“My parents are going to kill me.” She said, not even thinking about how this was going to change her future. She could kiss college goodbye, possibly.

“You could… You know.” Cynthia’s cousin, Miranda made elaborate hand motions for what she assumed meant get an abortion. It wasn’t illegal to do, just frowned upon by many, and by many, it was a lot.

Cynthia shook her head, though she hated that she had thought about it for a split second. She put her hands on her belly and sighed. She didn’t even know who the father was, but she hadn’t told Miranda that little tid bit yet. “No… I… I want to be a mother.” She always wanted to be a mom, she just didn’t expect it to be so soon.

Miranda shrugged her shoulders and sat back on the bed. “Have you told Rick yet?”

Cynthia’s stomach lurched and she raced into the bathroom to vomit. It wasn’t morning sickness, it was the fear of what would happen if she were to tell Rick she was pregnant. She had to tell David too, and that was even worse in her mind. “It um.. It might not be Ricks.” She finally admitted to Miranda as she flushed the toilet. She turned on the sink to wash her face and rinse out her mouth, but she was planning to take her sweet time. Her cousin had other plans however, and practically leapt off the bed and came crashing into the bathroom, hitting the door and grabbing onto the counter.

“Excuse me, what?”

Cynthia sighed before turning to her best friend. “I’ve been seeing someone on the side.” She admitted, feeling her cheeks flush with heat as she thought about David.

“Who!” Her cousin exclaimed, standing on the balls of her feet with excitement.

It surprised Cynthia that she wasn’t the least bit concerned that her cousin was cheating on Rick, but there was something fun and exciting about gossip of any kind. She bit her lower lip as she debated on telling her cousin, worried that her blabber mouth would spread it all around the school.

Miranda rolled her eyes and held out her pinky finger to her cousin, “I pinky swear not to tell anyone. Not a soul. And if I do tell, you can sew buttons into my eyes like in Coraline.”

Cynthia eyed her cousin but smirked when she mentioned their favorite movie. She sighed and finished off the swear by intertwining her pinky with hers. “Fine. I better not hear of this. Ever,” she wasn’t going to really sew buttons into her cousins’ eyes, but she wouldn’t trust her ever again. “It’s. David. David Hiraga.” She winced, waiting for Miranda to laugh, make fun of her, or ask if she was joking.

Miranda blinked her eyes a few times as she studied her cousin. “David.. Really?”

Cynthia only nodded her head as she turned her attention to the pregnancy tests on the counter. “I don’t know how, but... I really like him.” Thoughts of the two of them together flashed through her mind, even though they met in secret, it felt special and sweet. He’d often bring her little origami animals with notes inside, or a random flower he found on his walk over. Her smile grew large at the thought of the two of them being parents together.

“Pregnant by a nerd.”

It was like those words shattered her entire world. She was already going to be disappointing her parents by getting pregnant at sixteen. She’d most likely be a little outcasted at school. But if it was Rick’s baby, she’d have a chance to stay at least in the inner circle, even if it was on the sidelines. She thought of David, about all those dreams he spoke about, what he wanted to do when they graduated. A baby would just, hold him back. Cynthia couldn’t force him to give that all up for a baby that might not be his.

“It’s Ricks, I’m sure of it.” Cynthia said with confidence, though it was hard to look at herself in the mirror before her.

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