When I woke up, the first I noticed was that the crib I was laying in, was closed. The second thing I noticed was the heavily soaked diaper between my...legs. I tried to get up, but I couldn't, because of the collar around my neck, that was tied to the headboard. I wanted to say something, but couldn't because of a rubber thing in mouth, that felt like a pacifier. I couldn't spit it out. I made loud humming noises. And after a while Natasha came in. She turned on the light, so that I could see. We have to talk!" Becky responded with a happy grin on her face, knowing that now she had him just where she wanted him. Standing to one side of the vent as to make sure he couldn't see her getting dressed, Becky put her clothes back on and left the pool. "My…you look happy with yourself!" Mrs. Wills implied as Becky entered the kitchen. "Things to do, places to go…now Christine's here I hope for some fun!" . Up to this point, she had either recorded at least SOME weight gain (the scale was calibrated in pounds and tenths of pounds), or at the very least, no change at all. When these “no change” days occurred, it was obvious that she was disappointed. But today, she had lost a full one point three pounds. I had taken to sleeping in late on Sundays, but on this morning, she burst into my room without knocking, threw herself into my arms and bawled like a baby over this perceived failure on her part.. She had a wonderful smile and she shared it with everyone, even me when our eyes met. She dressed with fashion coordination I could only dream of. She had social skills and a cool circle of friends that seemed as nice as her. She wasn't stuck up though I know she comes from money. Leah was the whole package... I, on the other hand was...a tater-tot. I wasn't real bad, I mean I wasn't completely "unfortunate looking". I just didn't have it all going for me the way Leah did. I had suffered.