Tears escaped Grace’s palms and fell to the bathroom floor. Locks of her wavy blond hair fell in between her fingertips and she tugged on them lightly to make sure she was indeed awake. Three small plus signs on three test strips confirmed what the nausea and a delayed period had scared her into hoping wasn’t true. She sat in the school bathroom, stifling the pathetic sounds she made in case another soul wandered into her pit of shame and misery. She sat there until the bell rang and it was 4th period and she’d be late to math class.