Teen Pregnancy

   The quiet girl sat in the back corner at her desk. She was more shy than all the rest. The bell rang and as she arose her belly was buldging. She could not see her toes. We filed out of class, I the last in line to leave. I heard my teacher say "well, can you believe?" I turned and looked him straight in the eye, took a deep breath and replied. Do not judge until you know. She's damaged goods and full of sorrow. Her home is hell on earth. Be a teacher, be a friend and help her deal with the upcoming birth!

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