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how to moan over the phone

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If you have time, can you read my essay and give me some feedback? Just edit it, and possibly give some constructive criticism. Anything is really appreciated :]

I was on the bathroom floor, curled up in a ball and crying my eyes out. The pain was excruciating, but that wasn’t the only reason I was crying. I knew I had just had a miscarriage. I felt around for my cell phone in the right pocket of my dirty basketball shorts I left laying on the ground. A cough drop, my chapstick, and finally, my phone. I held down the number two key and it started calling my boyfriend in Arizona. I knew there was nothing he could do about it. I mean he was 300 miles away, but I desperately needed to talk to him. It rang and it rang for what seemed an eternity. I was expecting to hear the answering machine, but then I heard a noise and a few seconds later, a mere, “Hold on.” I waited. Waited some more.
My right hand was on the phone and I had the other pressured against my lower stomach. It seemed to ease the pain a little bit. It felt like I was having extremely painful menstrual cramps, times two. My whole body was tense, and I couldn’t loosen up even if I wanted to. I let out half a moan, but stopped myself from fear that somebody would hear me. Too late. Just then I heard a knock on the door.
“Coral, are you okay? You’ve been taking a shower for over an hour.”
Trying to sound like my cheery self, I giggled and said, “Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just shaving, but I’ll be done it a little bit.”
I couldn’t let anybody know what had just happened. Pregnant at fifteen just isn’t cool.
“Ooookaaay,” she replied, not sounding too convinced. I watched her footsteps leaving from underneath the door.
The pain was starting to subside, so I sat up against the bathtub. I looked at the phone to see how long I had been on hold. 02:14. I thought to myself, “Hmmm. Valentine’s Day is 2/14. What a coincidence. I wonder what I should get him. I think he said something about his cologne running out.”
Just then I switched back to reality and was ashamed of myself. I was positive I had just lost my baby and there I was thinking about a stupid holiday. I hadn’t taken a pregnancy test or anything, but three months without a period is enough proof for me. I was actually getting excited about having a baby. My boyfriend had already started thinking about names, both for girls and boys even though he really wanted a son. He would tell me about his daydreams, which included everything from buying me pregnant lady clothes to playing with our baby at the park.
I suddenly felt so guilty, as if it was my fault I lost my child. I had heard that pregnant ladies can’t take hot showers because it can “cook” the baby. I had also been really stressed out because of school, nonetheless the baby. I started thinking of all the possible reasons, and every single one was, in some way, my fault. I was angry at myself for something I really had no control over.
I heard noise on the phone again and then that same familiar voice, “Sorry baby, I’m at work and the boss was talking to me. What happened?”
“Oh nothing, I just wanted to tell you I loved you.”
“Babe what’s wrong? You sound like you’ve been crying. Is everything okay?”
I hesitated a moment. Should I tell him?
“No I’m fine, I’m just sick. Well call me when you get out, I miss you,” I blew him a kiss and hung up.
I just couldn’t seem to tell him over the phone. It had to be in person. I quickly text him to stop by my house after he got off of work so that I could talk to him.
I wrapped the towel around my body, gathered my clothes and hurried to my room so that nobody would see my red nose or swollen eyes. My head was throbbing and I was just really sleepy, so I put the alarm on my phone to 6:30 pm, put on my pj’s and drifted off to sleep.
I remember dreaming about my cat getting lost, and then I woke up to the sound of the ringtone I had for my boyfriend, “Can’t Take My Eyes Off You.” My heart began racing as I answered, knowing he was already outside waiting for me. I told him I would be right out as I slipped on my furry Betty Boop slippers. I ran outside and jumped into his car.
“Oh my goodness, it’s freezing outside!” I said in a croaky voice.
“I know and you sound like a man!” he said jokingly.
He made a hand motion, signaling me to sit down on his lap. I crawled over and got on top of him. I hugged him and sank my face into his chest. He was much bigger than me. I stand high at four feet, ten inches and he’s a little less than a foot and a half taller.
I wasn’t fully awake yet, and I just wanted him to hold me forever right there in the driver’s seat. Somehow I was relieved that I wasn’t going to have a baby anymore. It had been an accident in the first place, and I had been dreading my family’s reaction to it, not to mention everyone at school. The thought of gaining weight and stretch marks made me get goose-bumps. All of a sudden, I didn’t have to worry about any of that anym
oh sorry, i forgot to mention he was living in town now. he used to live in az but he moved in with his cousin (my friend) when he found out i might me pregnant. when i began writing the story, i was thinking he still lived over there, but then as i kept writing it, i remembered what happened. well thanks for pointing all of that out, mustve been confusing lol. oh and it has to be 3-5 pages, thats why its so long. thanks everyone for taking the time to read it :]
oh and i didnt know it cut off. heres the rest:

anymore. It had been an accident in the first place, and I had been dreading my family’s reaction to it, not to mention everyone at school. The thought of gaining weight and stretch marks made me get goose-bumps. All of a sudden, I didn’t have to worry about any of that anymore. Nonetheless, I still felt empty. Like a part of me had just disappeared forever.
I looked at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“Baby, I have something to tell you.”
“What is it? Does it have to do with the baby?”
I stared at him, and my eyes began to water. I couldn’t respond. I didn’t have to. He squeezed me tight and began to cry.
It’s amazing how someone we had never even seen or touched had that much of an impact on us. It was as if the baby had made us even closer to one another, but losing it made us both stronger. We still think about it to this day, but realize it was nothing I could’ve controlled, and possibly happened for the best.

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