He decided that he should get up and search the big empty barn for some way of keeping warm. He slowly struggled to his feet and began to glance aroun.... The barn was empty apart from an old rusty tractor in the far left hand corner and some bales of straw behind it. He knew the straw would be itchy and uncomfortable but he didn’t care, he had to find some way of keeping warm. He walked over to the bales and began ripping them apart. He led down on top of one of the bales and grabbed hand full. Kamala’s Dad didn’t mind and Jane and Kamala went walking. Jane told the young Indian girl “it’s so cool that you’re going out with John. He told me and Joseph yesterday. A friend from cheerleading saw you at the mall together. I like the idea of romance in the same neighborhood.” “Yeah John said he was worried about telling his friends; worried about peer pressure, you know? He sort of wanted us to be seen together by people.” Kamala explained. She knew that Jane lived near her, not far from. She liked to be in control of any group or gathering she was in. Sharon decided where we going what we were going to do and seemed to look forward to any reason to have a party and a few glasses of wine.Most of us know someone like Sharon.She was very dramatic person too, loving crises and getting involved in other people’s problems. I’m sure you know the type. She could be irritating but as a friend for my wife and someone to introduce us to the local social circles, we could not have done. " She leans over in her seat to give you a quick hug, saying, "I'm glad."Cindy creeps her way downstairs, looking like a drowned corpse. She's only 19 and was always a quiet kid, usually only opening her mouth to take a cheap shot at someone. She looks so unlike all the other women in your family, flat as a board with only a little roundness to her ass, and a head shorter than you. Her long, black hair is constantly falling in her face and getting cowlicks, and her arms are skinny little twigs..