The minute I got home I curled up in my bed and just laid there. This isn't something that's supposed to happen to girls like me, girls who care about their grades, and don't drink or do drugs. I thought I was invincible. But oh, was I wrong, so very very wrong. I went to switch sides, when the papers in my hoodie pocket crunched under me as I moved, reminding me they were there. I pulled out the first pamphlet, All About Abortions. To say the least I was absolutely repulsed. It sounded absoltely horrible and unhumane. The next one was also about abortions, but it portrated it in a nice way that was supposed to be comforting. It said that the 'baby' wouldn't feel anything, and that there was little risk that anything should happen to me, like what Eric had said. I bit my lip, and resolved to putting both of those pamphlets in the drawer in my nightstand, not wanting to think about that any longer. The last pamphlet was about adoption. I took one look at it and threw it immediately in the drawer with the other two. I knew there was no possibility of that for me, giving up my baby because I don't want the responsibility sounds like something my mother would do, and probably wished she had done.

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