Three o’clock in the morning. A rock hits my window. Drowsily, I wake up, walk to my window and peer outside. There, my boyfriend of two years stands, waiting for me to sneak out. This isn’t me. I’m not that kind of person.

Quickly, my shirt and pants fly on. I quietly open the window and climb onto the roof. Why am I doing this? I ask myself. Down the rain gutter and into the hands of my boyfriend. He takes me to his car, and we zoom away. In the parking lot – now what have I done. I tell him I want to go home. He doesn’t listen.

Two hours later, I’m back in my room. Unable to sleep. His face keeps appearing in my mind. I can’t get rid of it! I realize that I hate him. Why did I do that. What will my parents do? I know what I will do.

Three o’clock in the afternoon. What happened last night? I can’t stand not knowing. Hop in my car, go to Walgreens. Spend $10 on the one thing that decides my fate. I can only hope for the negative reading.