I Guess I Really Don’t Want a Baby Boy

Date: 12/23/2018

I was pregnant and I found out I was going to have a boy, so I decided to get an abortion. So I go to the gynecologists office (not an abortion clinic?) and there are lots of people in line (and I know a handful of them). Once I go see the doctor, he performs the abortion and I black out. However, I wake up back in line, and once I get to him again, he says that sometimes there are little remnants left that he has to keep cleaning out, but before he could clean out whatever was left, I woke up. Also I remember that during my second time in line, my religion teacher (who is very Christian) came up in a weird car that was University of Missouri themed (which is weird because he likes West Virginia) and picked up a Bible off the floor and asked the whole line of waiting girls “How many people survive abortion?” And they all responded “20%” And he said “Right, 20%. The people with type B+ blood. The moody ones and the happy go lucky ones. Only they survive.”