A Sad Girl

When Jon opened his eyes, he saw ... A girl. And she looked sad. She placed her hand on his shoulder. "Oh, you poor thing." "Huh? Why? I'm fine." "B-but you're going to die soon!" "What!? Why!?" "Because you're a boy. A *teenage* boy." "I don't get it. What are you talking about?" "You must be in denial." "Of what!? Leggo of me!" Jon stood away from the weird girl. "Wow, you still move fast." "Still?" "For your age." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Denial," the girl whispered to herself. "Oh, never mind!" Jon walked away from the weird girl ... and toward a teenage boy in a wheelchair. "Oops!" Jon stepped out of the boy's way. The woman pushing the wheelchair gasped. "That's not possible!" "What's with these people?" Jon asked himself. *Waitasecond,* he thought. Men aren't supposed to exist. So how can there be any boys?\_