“Lydia put out one heck of a spread over there on the table.”“Good, I’m starving.” He really was, and Matt was right. She had the choicest s...ndwich fixings, two kinds of salad, sliced fruit, two pasta dishes, and a cake. Ryan heaped up a plate and sat down by Jenna to devour it.“Feeling better today?”“Yeah, pretty good ... that’s the sickest I’ve been in years though.”“I keep telling you, you’ve got to start on those vitamin supplements I gave you. They’ll bolster your immune system so high. " Dan has to deal with this everyday at school. He feels that someone up above is playing a cruel joke on him. Dan is eighteen years old and is only 5'2. And to add on to that he was give a skinny build and a high voice you could say, not that of a girl but it could pass. All he ever hears is short jokes and how he is an actual girl."Man, I just wish that there was a way I could get taller and bigger, then maybe those guys will leave me alone. Well I can't go home, my brother would. He got the reaction he wanted, as my lower lip began to tremble. Heobviously needed no encouragement, as he spat again and again, withincreasing force at my face, covering it with spittle. He looked acrossat my friend, who responded with a weak laugh and then got off my handsand, having called me a "bitch", wandered off. As the weight was liftedfrom my hands, it felt like whatever had kept my heart pressed shut hadbeen released, and the tears began to flow. I headed to the toilets toclean. "For as long as I can remember - I've just known things that I shouldn't know. This is one of those things. I KNOW that little girl is sick, and going to die if I don't get her to Doctor Abrams. That's all I know, but it's enough to get me moving to take care of it."There's another little girl in the Kansas City area that needs a new liver, but her mother's insurance won't fund it because she has a less than fifty percent probability of survival. I don't care if it's one percent. I want to give.