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Narrative Essay : What's The Matter With You?

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When Jennifer looked down at the two pink lines her mouth fell slack. Her stomach clenched and she felt the Sopas from lunch start to claw its way back up her throat. She slid down the length of the dingy pink wall and let the little white stick clatter against the chipped tile.
Outside, Jennifer heard the apartment door open with a bang and her roommate call out to her. “Yo Jenny, come help me with these groceries.”
She stared at her reflection in the mirror over the sink as she stood up, checking for any telltale signs of crying in her makeup and brushing her hand across the XV3 tattoo right below her left collarbone. She scooped up the test and tossed it in the trash, pausing to take a deep breath, before she stepped out into the living …show more content…

“I won’t raise my kid in a family of criminals. I- I’ve been taking night classes, I could leave - finish school somewhere - get a real job.”
Lina narrowed her eyes and tugged at the ends of her copper penny colored hair. “If you think you can leave and keep that baby, you’re a fuckin’ a fool. You might survive that beating, but it sure won’t.”
Jennifer flinched, rubbing her hands over here stomach subconsciously.
“And if you tried to run…” Lina laughed hollowly.
“Thanks for all the support.” She replied snidely.
Lina shrugged, tapping her eraser pink nails against her thigh with a slight smile. “I might be a puta, but I’m a straight up puta.”
Jennifer turned away from her friend, looking around at the apartment’s dirty beige walls and molting carpet.
“Just take a deep breath.” Lina said soothingly. “You don’t have to decide right in this moment, just wait until Tristan gets back and ya’ll can talk it out.”
“No. If I wait until Tristan gets back he’ll either change my mind or force me to stay.” She shuddered and rubbed the tattoo on her collarbone as if she could wash it away with some soap and water, like her grandma used to do when Jennifer would come from school with bloody lips and black eyes.
Her grandmother would sit Jennifer on her knee and wipe off the stain of the day gently. “You shouldn’t fight mija.” She

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