Changes and Mistakes

It’s hard to imagine someone you’ve known since the toddler years doing something you never thought they would. It’s hard to come to the realization that things aren’t the same anymore, or that they never will be. It’s just hard in general to come to terms with the fact that things are changing, and that those changes aren’t always for the better.1

I had known Carissa since I was two and she was three. We had been friends ever since. We were the total opposite of each other in a lot of ways, but we overlooked those differences and formed a friendship that has lasted to this very day.2

The most changes take place during the teenage years, and my relationship with Carissa certainly changed. We still remained friends, continuing to overlook the major differences between us, thinking if we just ignored them, that they would go away. They did, for a while. She was the varsity cheerleader that everybody loved, and I was the outgoing, yet somewhat odd girl that she hung out with for some reason or another.3

I guess I should get to the point of this entire story. I’m fifteen right now and Carissa is sixteen. It’s the beginning of September, school started only a few days ago. Carissa and I had hung out all summer long. We had our fights and battles all summer long also.4

Well, now that you know the setting and our probably done reading my pathetic story, let me get to why I’m writing this, aside from the fact to let my emotions out on paper. Carissa just told me she’s pregnant.5

I guess I don’t really understand. We’ve been friends for so long. Were not best friends anymore, but were friends nonetheless. Were always there when we need each other, and that’s what counts in a friendship. I don’t see how she could do something like this; get herself into this amount of trouble. She’s not like girls that get pregnant. She’s not! She’s not a bunny, or someone who always has a boyfriend. She doesn’t go around flaunting her body to any guy that will look. She’s not like that! At least, not in my eyes she’s not.6

I’m not really sure how to react, even now. It’s only been a few days since she told me though. I want to be there for her, but I don’t know how. I don’t know what I could possibly say to make this better for her. Is there anything I can say? Carissa’s scared. I can tell. It’s the first time in so long that I’ve seen her like this, seen her showing such an emotion.7

She threw her future away. It doesn’t matter what she decides to do with the child, she still threw her future away. She won’t be able to cheerlead for a long time anymore. Her mom is going to flip out on her, no matter what she decides. I don’t even know who the father of this child is. I can only pray to god that she knows the answer to that. She must though. She would never do something that stupid. Then again, I never thought she would get pregnant at sixteen.8

If she does decide to keep the child, she’ll need to get a job, earn money, raise this kid. Her mom will surly kick her out. Her mom’s like that. She never listens to Carissa. She never has. Carissa says it doesn’t bother her, but I know it must. I sometimes think that’s the reason she hangs out around here so often.9

Change is a process of human life. It happens to everybody and they must accept those changes. People make mistakes too. That’s another way of life. Unfortunately though, some mistakes can’t be taken back or changed to a better outcome. I know no matter what the outcome of Carissa’s mistake is, I will always be there for her. I’ll make a promise to myself right now that I will always be there for her.10