Crossword Trouble

{Excerpt from 17 & Pregnant}


My eyebrows scrunch together as I stare at the newspaper in front of me, placed squarely on the dining table. The expression on my face alters slightly now and again, but the same emotion is felt all throughout my being.

I’m disgusted.

How is it that people can even promote this… This…


Why is this even published? I have no clue. I mean, newspapers were once the Saturday sit-down and read while you’re eating waffles, eggs, and bacon and drinking coffee; a wonderful meal made by the wonderful wife.

Well, that was back in the fifties. The news probably wasn’t exactly uplifting…

It’s completely manipulating! The only thing I can truly comprehend here is the confusion and deception plastered all over this page! I should be enjoying my time right now, and instead I’m wracking my brain for a solution, something that I can do to fix this!

Who the hell wrote this thing?!

“Freaking crosswords!” I curse, pushing the newspaper aside in frustration.

My head falls into my hands as I let out a long, heaving sigh. A groan soon follows after that, my back and chest rising and falling with the actions. I shake my head, over and over, so tempted to grab the paper and burn it.

But, as my eyes look over at the recipe for frustration, I can’t help but take it in my hands and try again.

It’s no use!

It had been over fifteen minutes, yet I was only two words closer to solving the puzzle than before.  I really was at the point of burning the frickin’ thing, until a genius thought came into my head.

Ask Olivia!