Cave Spring High School adds “maternity ward” to encourage teen moms

Roanoke, Va. — The county school district has installed a controversial new wing of the Cave Spring High School medical facility to include a “maternity ward” outfitted with beds, nurses, and counseling services to accommodate Virginia’s awesome teen pregnancy rates.

A bunch of forward-thinking, rational people questioned whether a maternity ward in a high school is helpful where the counselors must split their duties between teen mom therapy and P.E. coach. But who cares what they think?

If America’s ever going to touch China, somebody’s got to start having kids. Roanoke, Virginia is a patriot’s playground, and home to some of the finest biological specimens this side of the Mighty Mississippi River. Teen pregnancy originating from Southwest Virginia is the proven antidote to Chairman Mao’s snake oil revolution!

Now plug in your eyeballs, because it’s about to get weird. You’re going to read in the first person perspective as if you were a teen mom, thinking someone else’s thoughts. Pretend you are just 15 years old, you have a bunch of kids, and read this!

In Your Words

The Internet Chronicle has poisoned you.

Them Chronicle boys asked me to write y’all a story about my earliest memories of suckin’ and fuckin. I reckon them old boys even said they’d edit it for me, so I don’t look like such an imbecile as you’re reading this. So thank you, fellas. This my story.

I was 16 years old when I became a mother.

“A baby having a baby” is what people said to me. They called it advice. I call it abuse! My guidance counselor calls me “Selena Prettymouth.” This is my chance to stick up for myself and tell my side of things. I had to get a babysitter so I could write this.

I’d love to sit here, jerking off in front of a website all day writing stories, but becoming a teen mom was difficult. Do you think I have time to sit here and write? I got a baby on one hip, one in the oven, and heck I got one on the stove. If I have anymore babies, I’ll have to grow another tit. It’s not just a matter of shitting this thing out–and there it is–you know, this takes years of bed rest. I’ll be living in bed full time, while my kids take care of each other, buying shit on Amazon, and wolfing down corndogs.

I took a little time to make pornographic videos for money. I understand the world’s moved on to just calling them videos, but I am an old soul, someone who gets it. I don’t care what everybody else does. I’m shooting videos of my pussy, while you jerk off to venmo. Get it? I started young. I was on my third child before I knew what hit me, what’s not in orphanages I’m attached at the hip, I couldn’t shake ’em, they’re with me now. Part of the whole deal. No I will not pimp them out for percocets. I’m a good mother, I’m just young.

I carried my second baby to term and gave birth to a child, Jayden. When I tell my story I tend to blow through the boring stuff like doing shit Jayden wants to do, and I like to focus on the fun side of life, after he goes to sleep, at my parents’ house, where he lives. I never want to see the movie Wall-E, ever again.

Everybody wants to know, do they have the same dad? I am like bitch, don’t you want to know their names first? Easy way to remember their names is to only remember the first names of the ones I kept. Jayden, Cayden, Brayden, and Bailin are gonna grow up to be attorneys at law and have big fancy TV commercials.

So that’s it. That’s my life with them boys. I’m a teen mom. It’s hell. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, though. Even though I realize that is what I have done, now that I am writing this out and for the first time thinking it through. Well, damn. My life is shit. I missed Teen Mom for this?

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