Sequel: Young Volcanoes

A Dark Alley and a Bad Idea

Fifteen

I couldn’t bring myself to tell my parents about what was going on. I felt like failure. I didn’t want to disappoint them.

“Peter!”

I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen were my mom was holding a birthday cake surrounded by my dad and siblings.

“Happy Birthday!”

I just smiled and gave them a hug.

“How does it feel to be seventeen?”

“Great,” I faked a smile

The phone rang and my heart raced.

“I got it.”

“Hello?”

“Peter, it’s Myla’s mother.”

“Is everything okay?”

“We’re heading to the hospital.”

“But it’s not supposed to be until next month.”

“We know but sometimes with twins they’re born early.”

I sighed trying to think of what I was going to do. “I’ll be there as soon as I can”

“Don’t beat yourself up if you can’t be here.”

“Don’t worry I’ll will be there.”
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Almost finished.
I am thinking of writing a sequel for this story.