Thank you to Linda62953 for taking the time to edit my story. Chapter 1: My name is Katrina but my friends and family have always called me Trina. I w...nt to tell you about my life and the mistakes I’ve made, maybe some of you can learn from my experiences. I can tell you right now that I’ll be called every name in the book by some readers. Maybe I deserve it, time will tell how my life will go. The healing process for me has only just begun. I was raised in the city of Detroit. It’s the largest. I asked him a hypothetical question about a ‘friend’ of mine who liked this guy she was friends with, but said that she didn’t think he liked her the way she does him, and whether or not she should say something, or wait for him to make the first move.’ ‘And what did he say?’ Kyle asked as Maria smiled at the intuitive question from the ten-year-old. ‘He said that he thinks she should state her feelings to him.’ ‘Then do it,’ Maria said as she took a sip of soda. ‘I guess I will. Oh, and. It made me wonder if someone had pulled in to the shore here before sailing on around the cliffs to the other side of the island. I made up my mind to have a look the next day–today–but it’s still early. I’m just having coffee. And wondering whose footprints those were and if she is still on the island. December 27 Yesterday I saddled up Pina, one of the Marquesan ponies I keep here, and rode the ridge trail up to the collapsed cone of the ancient volcano that made this island. From there I. I nod and follow her down the hallway, away from the vending machines. I curse my luck that I'm assigned to a doctor before I get my chocolate fix. "Alright, you'll be working rooms 123 and 124. There will be patients in there, tend only what you see on the clipboard in the room, they will all be stable, so don't worry about any of them dying. We get quite a few military men in this wing, but most of them have minor injuries anyway. If you need anything, there's a button on the side of.