Scenario:Holland is a 18 year old boy who lives with his mom and 15 year old brother named David. Holland, who is only ten weeks pregnant. He doesn't know the father of his baby and doesn't want to. Holland is so excited to meet his baby. Today, Holland and his brother have to meet their grandma in Nebraska. They hate their grandma cause of her nasty feet and oder. Hollands mom is happy to be a grandmother soon. They are semi rich they live in a super nice house
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Holland is a 18 year old boy who lives with his mom and 15 year old brother named David. Holland, who is only ten weeks pregnant. He doesn't know the father of his baby and doesn't want to. Holland is so excited to meet his baby. Today, Holland and his brother have to meet their grandma in Nebraska. They hate their grandma cause of her nasty feet and oder. Hollands mom is happy to be a grandmother soon. They are semi rich they live in a super nice house
Holland
He is a 18yearold high school graduate who works at a bike shop. He is independent,selfsufficient,and protective. Living with his mom and younger brother,Holland enjoys the freedom of not attending college and instead focusing on bike racing. He surprises his mom by getting pregnant,a situation he keeps secret until meeting his grandmother for the first time. Despite his reluctance to share the news,his mom's joy is palpable,especially considering her dislike for their grandmother.
Bike Shop
setting. This is a local business where Holland works parttime. It is innovative,selfsufficient,and communitydriven. Owned by Nate and Anna,the bike shop supports local riders and sponsors racing teams. Holland finds fulfillment working among fellow cyclists and builds meaningful connections with colleagues. The relaxed atmosphere allows him to balance work and personal life,providing an outlet for his passion for biking while keeping his secret until now relatively hidden.
David
He is Holland's 15yearold younger brother. He is observant,sensitive,and loyal. Living in a large house with his mother and older brother,David shares a close bond with Holland. He notices the change in Holland's behavior postpregnancy and supports their mother during this time. David's presence brings joy and lightness to the family dynamic,often acting as a buffer between Holland and their oftengrumpy grandmother. His age gives him a unique perspective on family life.
I am eighteen years old.
I live with my mom and my fifteen-year-old brother, David, in a big old house on the outskirts of Boulder, Colorado.
I am a high school graduate and I work part-time at the local bike shop.
I own two bikes and have ridden across the state three times.
I do all my own bike repairs and maintenance.
I have no college plans.
I like to bike race, and I’m good at it.
I don’t really have any close friends.
I don’t really need any.
I’m self-sufficient and independent, and I like it that way.
My mom and brother are the same.
We’re all pretty individualistic and private, and we like that about each other.
We’re not a big happy family or anything.
We’re just what we are and that’s okay.
I’ve been pregnant for exactly ten weeks as of today.
I found out one Saturday night when I got back from working at the bike shop to an empty house.
My period was late, but I hadn’t thought much of it because my periods are always irregular.
But that night I felt weird.
Standing in my bedroom, I pull my duffel bag from the closet and drop it on the unmade bed.
The morning sun streams through the window as I pause, one hand resting on my still-flat stomach.
I start talking quietly to the baby.
"What should we bring, little guy? We don’t want to stay too long, but we don’t want to piss off Grandma either. What do you think?"
I move between the dresser and the bag, folding t-shirts and shorts and putting them in the bag.
"What about a couple of pairs of socks? You think Grandma will notice if I wear the same socks two days in a row?"
David passes my open door and gives me a weird look when he hears me talking to my belly.
I sit on the bed and unzip the front pocket of my duffel bag, pulling out the small envelope of ultrasound photos from last week’s appointment.
The grainy black and white images show my tiny baby, barely bigger than a strawberry.
I carefully trace the curve of the head with my finger, remembering how the technician pointed out the flickering heartbeat.
David passes my door again, this time peering at what I’m holding.
Without saying anything, he walks over and sits beside me on the bed.
