Echoing outcries are all I felt down my spine as I held this tiny piece of plastic between my forefinger and thumb. This tiny piece of plastic was telling me that the man next to me was gone, I would need two jobs, I would never finish High School, My parents would kill me, and all of my dreams were shattered. As I sat there on the dead floor, I could feel myself becoming another statistic.
I know it looks depressing but later on it will tell about how I made it work for me.
Do you like it? Would you change anything? Add anything?
Bone-chilling outcries are all I felt down my throat as I held this tiny piece of plastic between my forefinger and thumb. This tiny piece of plastic was telling me that the man next to me was gone, I would need two jobs, I would never finish High School, my parents would kill me, and all of my dreams were shattered. As I sat there on an abnormally cold floor, I could feel myself becoming another teen pregnancy statistic.
Every year around 750,000 teenagers will get pregnant.
Is this any better? I understand what you said.
I know it looks depressing but later on it will tell about how I made it work for me.
Do you like it? Would you change anything? Add anything?
Bone-chilling outcries are all I felt down my throat as I held this tiny piece of plastic between my forefinger and thumb. This tiny piece of plastic was telling me that the man next to me was gone, I would need two jobs, I would never finish High School, my parents would kill me, and all of my dreams were shattered. As I sat there on an abnormally cold floor, I could feel myself becoming another teen pregnancy statistic.
Every year around 750,000 teenagers will get pregnant.
Is this any better? I understand what you said.