“The girls’ t-shirts and shorts are here,” I said, pointing to the boxes, labeled from ‘S’ to ‘XXL’.Becky took some shirts and shorts ra...ging from XXL to large, even she would never fit a large judging by how she filled out her sweatsuit. “Do you have any tank-tops?” she asked.“We encourage modesty,” I said. “Although I’m happy that you’re comfortable with your body.”“I like being big,” Becky said. “I like when people look at me. It makes me feel powerful.”That was a troubling thing to hear. He took three quick steps toward her and she tried to make a mad dash to jump over the bed & get past him to make it towards the door. Unfortunately for her, her plan of escape failed as he grabbed her by the hair, and forced herto her knees. Tears ran down her cheek as she begged him not to hurt her.He held his grip onto her hair and scolded "Destiny, unbutton my pants now"! She continued to beg and plead, asking him "Please leave me alone" as tears continued to fall from her watery blue. It was late at night, the pale glow of my computer monitors the only thing that illuminated the room, discarded food containers and soda cans littering the desk upon which they were perched. I had been at it for hours, the sun had still been shining through my windows when I had begun, but now all that I could see through the panes was the night sky and a few solitary flakes of snow as they drifted lazily towards the ground.My hand was starting to cramp, perhaps it was time for a break. I bade. They also liked controversy, and speculation, and beingcompletely and utterly nosy. Therefore, I thought, why not give themexactly what they wanted, as well as giving myself the boost I needed?The idea went as followed; a film would be released, called 'She CameFrom Nowhere'. It would follow an unknown actress would be followedaround by cameras as she landed a major role in the latest motion pictureby a major studio. Some of the biggest names would be attached to thefilm that the documentary.