Sarah walked along the dimly lit pier down to the shore. Reminding herself it was the best place to dump the contents. She just had to make sure the contents of the black plastic bag would sink, so she weighed it down with stones she uncovered on her way to the shore.

Sarah was a senior in high school and it was getting close to the end of the school year. Soon she would be starting in the Fall at FIT. The one school she had hoped to be accepted because of their excellent reputation for placing graduates from their Design Program.

Sarah was not interested in love. It just got in the way of all her hopes and dreams. But Michael was not like the other senior boys. He seemed so mature and sensitive and he encouraged her to go after her dreams.

It was by chance that she and Michael found the cabin in the woods as they were hiking that afternoon. With the pouring rain and it being several miles back to the car, they thought it can’t hurt to go inside to dry off and warm up before heading home. Once inside Michael found some logs and lit a fire. Their clothes were drenched and the only way to dry them was by the fire. Sarah found some blankets and in the one room cabin they removed their clothes trying their best to keep covered while doing so.

Lying by the fire under the covers they both felt their natural urges take over. Soon they were passionately immersed in a lovemaking frenzy. Deep sleep came to them easily, only awakening as daylight came blinding through the ragged curtains covering the windows.

Grabbing their clothes, they quickly dressed and dashed back to the car. The rain had stopped during the night and left everything glistening and fresh. All the way home neither one spoke.

In school they smiled and chatted as if nothing happened. Sarah was busy with AP exams and finalizing everything for college. It kept her mind off of Michael until she looked at the calendar and realized her cycle was off by a few days.

Before long two months went by and still nothing. There were a few mornings she became ill and missed school. She told her mom that it was probably just nerves. She immediately knew what she had to do. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to understand she would never be able to go to college and be successful in the design field if she let this go any further.

Sarah pulled Michael aside the next day and told him she needed to talk to him after school. “Meet me in the park by the swings,” was all she said.

At the park Sarah told him what she was sure had happened the night at the cabin. They talked about the options, and both agreed this was not good for either of them. With little money and not wanting anyone to know, they knew it might be difficult to find the proper way to handle this.

Michael learned of a person that would take care of everything; but the evidence. They arrived at the house on Waverly Street precisely at 8:00 p.m. It was an affluent part of town with homes which spoke of money. The person Michael had spoken with briefly on the phone answered the door and ushered them to a back room. Michael held her hand in the tiny room with its metal table and instruments laid out precisely. It seemed impersonal to her and she didn’t even have a cushioned bench to lie on. Soon it was over. Sarah felt empty. What had she done? The person handed Michael a black plastic bag. Sarah felt a little woozy, but was able to stand and walk.

They drove in silence to the beach entrance. Michael slowed the car to a stop. It was pitch black outside, but Sarah insisted on doing this alone. She stepped out of the car and walked towards the pier carrying the bag, stopping to gather some large stones along the way. As she let go of the bag, she watched it gradually sink out of her sight.

She only hoped Emma would forgive her.

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