Christy

Okay.

So, pay attention. I’m going to tell you a story about a few people.

     There is a girl at my high school. Her name is Christina, but everyone just calls her Christy. She’s really pretty, so pretty it makes me envious, but not to the point where I hate her. She’s not your stereotypical kind of popular, so that makes her a cool person to talk to. But, her recent boyfriend is that awful kind of popular and it pisses me off. He is always talking about how Christy is a whore in bed and all of this other kind of bullshit so that he can keep his popular prep like status, but very few know that the instant he goes home and Christy doesn’t come over he is a very lonely person. He sits in his room, plays the kind of music you cry to, and spills his guts to some girl online that he assumes is a stranger. But, little does he know that this girl is far from being a stranger, goes to his high school, and laughs at him with one of her best friends. His personality just pisses me off. My friend and I talk on the phone, most times while I’m online with him, and just laugh at the irony of his existence. The next morning the girl on the other end of the phone usually gets up to work at the local pharmacy due to her decision to drop out of school. It’s usually a pretty boring job and it makes her wonder why she even dropped out of school to begin with. I wonder too. The other day, a hooded girl came in looking to buy a pregnancy test. The girl brought it to the counter, but then told the girl at the register to forget about it. She walked out of the pharmacy feeling like she made the wrong decision and passed an Asian guy walking past her on his way to a party. A party that I, of course, was not invited to. Anyway, the guy walks in the local household greeting everyone at the party with the usual “HEEEEEY” and grabs a cup of booze. He guzzles it down, and as he brings the cup down from his lips, he spots a girl in the middle of the living room who was clearly drunk. ‘Damn, it’s my lucky day.’ What a jerk. He and the girl dance suggestively for a while before attempting to find a bedroom. The girl’s vision then goes blurry. She feels sick. The room is spinning. She passes out. The next thing she knows she is sitting in a hospital bed looking into her parents eyes and cursing herself for getting so drunk. The nurse releases her to her nagging parents and as they are all walking back to the car a doctor runs into the girl almost knocking her over.
     “Excuse me…” He rushes off to the maternity ward. In the room is a sweating, scared, teen. She didn’t want to be pregnant, and she is afraid of what life will be like after this baby. “Breath darling…everything will be okay…” About fifteen minutes later one of the nurses is setting a healthy newborn down in a generic hospital crib. The nurse grabs the foot of the newborn and gets a footprint for a birth certificate that reads: Marisol Rodriguez, Daughter of Christina Rodriguez.
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