I've got great grades. People like me. My roommate and I goon adventures and eat pizza all the time.And, well, I'm still a little empty.It was the big...game and I was there watch Lindsey, like I always do. Iknow she hems her skirt an inch too short and wears her top a littletight and she is so hot with her long hair. Today I watch her go throughher routines and get tossed in the air (she's tiny and light) and shakeher pom poms and dance and hug the other girls as they were coming offthe field. CARMELITA'S STORY:I was walking down the hall when I heard the sobbing coming from Sarah's room. I gently opened the door and peeked in. The sight of Sarah sobbing her heart out was almost more than I could stand.I walked to Sarah's side and gently placed my arm around the girl. Sarah turned to me, but did not let up on her sorrow. "What has you so upset, my dear? You know I want to help you any way I can." Oh, Carmelita, you are so good to me! Daddy's illness has got me down so much, that I. He was popular with the girls in every class.I kept doing odd jobs for old ladies and just putting the meager spending money in my desk drawer. The summer before my senior year, I met Marilyn. She was visiting her grandmother for a few weeks and Mrs. Logan was one of my regulars. In the summer, I’d stop by her house once a week, mow the grass and pull weeds out of her flower beds. Occasionally, she’d ask me to move something heavy inside the house or to carry her groceries.Marilyn tried to. Everything about me was fading away. My pretty face was dirt covered and caught no ones attention, unless they were going to glare at me for being a disgrace. Life was slowly slipping away from me and I was sure I was going to die. That is until Hank. Hank found me one day, sleeping against the wall behind the building he lived in. And that is where my story begins. “Hello,” A voice called, pulling me from whatever kind of sleep I was actually in. Sleeping outside on the cold ground was hard to.