A baby I want to have.

But daughter don't be silly.

The Choice is really sad.

We were talking about colleges just the other day.

It just isn't something or even close to what I thought you'd say.

But mother I am sixteen now.

My decisions are up to me.'' Well as long as you are under my roof, your decisions belong to me.

It's just a silly choice to make.

There are things that you don't know.

First of all you have no patience, and that attitude has to go.

You don't even do any chores now.

But you DO have to clean up after a baby.

Why don't you just admit to yourself that you know that you're not ready.'' "Well, mother if I cannot have a baby here then I'll go somewhere else.

I'm going to pack my bags and go to stay at another person's house.'' "But don't you know I love you? You're my heart -- my soul -- my world.

Please think about this choice you're making, you're just a little girl.'' I came down the steps stamping and glimpsed at my mother quickly.

My eyes were dripping wet with tears, and my palms felt really sticky.

I walked out of the house and I loudly slammed the door.

And once I exited, I stopped and heard something hit the floor.

I went back in to say one more thing...

"This was your choice, I'm really sorry.

You put yourself in this situation.

I'll take care of myself, don't you worry.'' I walked outside with four bags.

They were quite heavy - I must say.

But as angry and upset as I was, the weight didn't phase me anyway.

I walked about two blocks before I finally reached a phone.

I called straight up my boyfriend's house so I wouldn't be alone.

He said that I could stay forever, so I quickly caught a taxi.

Good thing I had money stashed aside. Two hundred and eighty-three exactly.

When I got to my boyfriend's house, I laid directly on the bed.

He wiped my eyes and held my hand and gently touched my head.

"Now honey I've been wondering. Do you think we're ready to have a baby? I think it would be so nice to be called mother and you daddy.'' He looked down at me confused. "Yeah, I'd love to have a baby. It would be nice to be loved some more, but are you sure that we are ready?'' Two moths have gone across now, and no period. Oh, I'm so glad! In just seven more months I'll be mom and my boyfriend'll be dad.

Now I'm in my sixth month and I can barely see my feet. And exactly one week from now my boyfriend's parents we'll meet.

The meeting didn't go well. They said that of me they disapprove.

After lecturing their son, they said, "It's her OR us -- Now Choose!' I am now in my last month. My boyfriend and I are doing fine.

In fact, we're doing extremely good and I'm due at any time.

I am in the hospital now, and I finally had my baby.

We both looked down at our daughter and said, "We're you new mama and deddy.'' My daughter's a week old now. She's such a beautiful little girl.

Now I have someone who looks just like me, and a baby whose hair I can curl.

"What are you saying?'' my boyfriend asked. There's more responsibilities, tosses and turns.

More worries and more money. More patience and more concerns.

It's been almost a year already. And we seem to grow further away.

And if and when he does come home, The less things that we say.

Things aren't going as I planned them. I have only thirteen dollars left.

I've tried out for about four jobs. But there was none that I could get.

I guess I fooled myself. I should have just listened to my mother.

My baby is slowly running out of food, and she no longer has her father.

I have no money to take care of you. No education good enough for work.

I have not enough things to give.

Oh my lord, I'm such a jerk! How did I do this to myself? Why couldn't I just listen? Why couldn't I just pay attention and take the advice I was given? I held my baby as tight as ever and cried more than I've ever cried before.

Why did I leave my house and family? Why did I have to want more? I sat there on the floor knowing that things just weren't right.

I continuously cried out loud while holding my daughter tight.

"Get up honey, it's time for school. You still have two more months 'til summer.'' "But mamma it doesn't make sense. I'm not gonna enjoy it, I'm a momma!'' I felt my stomach and looked around wondering where was my baby.

Oh! I had a dream that I got pregnant, and my boyfriend was the daddy.

I ran out of food and money. I couldn't provide -- it was easy to see.

But I'm glad that even though this dream was scary.

I realised Teen Pregnancy's not for me!