First off, I'm not looking for reviews, I just want to ask about dealing with subjects most don't touch upon. So here are excerpts from my novel as examples of the so-far known ones. Xita’s father was a man who travelled a lot for his work and often would disappear for weeks on end if not months to his ancestral homeland, often bringing back souvenirs only the wealthy could afford. Her mother, on the other hand, taught at a gym. All in all, they had a good life. Then again, so did I. At that thought, my gaze drifted to Ben. Dead mother, hidden bruises, physical and emotional, and yet he treated life like his best friend. Benjamin is being abused. There's also a minor chance that Xita's dad happens to be cheating on her mom but I'm not sure, I guess I need to write more and find out. I glanced at Benjamin as I raised my hand. “Yes, Ms. Everburn?” I glanced down slightly. “I need to use the restroom...” It was taking all I had to hold back the vomit. “Can it wait?” “N... no...” I covered my mouth and closed my eyes. Not now... don’t... don’t... throw up... I was still looking down. The teacher was still silent. I whimpered very quietly. He seemed to sigh. “Fine, Ms. Everburn, go ahead, but don’t forget the pa-” I was in too much of a hurry to grab the hall pass. I barely noticed the look Benjamin gave me as I ran out. “No running!” Too late. “Kids these days,” he mumbled. I barely made it, vomiting into the toilet. At that, a sigh left me. How am I supposed to explain to Beni what happened..? Not only was I vomiting but... I had managed to secretly buy a test. There was no doubt about it. I was pregnant. And I know I lightly touched on the pregnancy before in this forum but I want to hear some thoughts on how everyone else has dealt with this? Also, one of my scenes involves the death of a main character's parent though the parent isn't really mentioned before. My head jerked up as I heard a knock. Who’d be at the door this la- My eyes saw the clock. Unless dad lost his key..? But he hasn’t before... I started to stand only to freeze at what I heard next. “Police, open up.” I swear my heart stopped. It’s only been a few days... they can’t know... The news they had, though, was grave. I crept down the stairs, mom’s cries echoing. “Ma’am, I’m sorry. The robber cut off the alarms, no one knew until it was too late.” I froze again. No... not dad... I swallowed before running up to my room to cry. We may not have been the closest of families but... we were still a family. I... should've been there... he... he offered a tour of his work because I needed to job shadow... I should have gone with him... I should have saved him... Finally, there's a chance of there being gay/bi stuff as well. To explain that, I have a feeling there's going to be a triangle where two girls like the same guy and there's a small chance one or both of the girls with also like each other. If the latter... that boy may wind up unlucky if he doesn't choose one or the other. But, on a more serious note, I really do hope the people here can help. Thank you for reading this long post. - Zina.