Rose and Michael are in love. They’ve been dating for ages, and they’re in the final year of high-school. He’s going to be a doctor, she’s going to be an actress, and they already know they’re going to get married.
Rose had been pretending to be someone else the day that Michael decided he loved her. She was in the middle of dress rehearsal for the school play, standing on the stage in the school gym, her voice ricocheting off the polished boards with an intensity that set his bones ringing like a tuning fork.
Which is why, despite their religious beliefs, they start having sex. They’re going to spend their lives together anyway, so why wait?
He’d eaten an orange. His fingers were sticky with it and smelled strongly of that pith-muck that collects under your fingernails after peeling the rind off. She didn’t care – they were in love. She let him put his sticky hands in places her own had never been.
The first two times they don’t use a condom because they get caught up in the moment and forget, but they’re careful after that. And it’s not like either of them has been with anyone else before, so they’re safe from diseases.
But then Rose realises she’s been waiting for her period, waiting for months, and when it doesn’t come, she knows what it must mean. The pregnancy test confirms her suspicion. But she can’t be pregnant, it’ll ruin all her plans. She’s got year 12 exams to pass.
‘I have plans, too,’ Rose reiterated. ‘I have a future.’
And Liv said, ‘Not anymore.’
Thus begins the tale of one girl’s unplanned pregnancy and her descent into unhealthy denial, and a kind of madness.
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