The following is a fictional account. This is an ongoing story so please read previous entries I.1 -I.3.
Jolene hobbled down the street while Glynnis drove past, waving.
Jolene was a fit girl of fifteen who carried her large frame well, her stomach protruding proudly over her size 36 skateboarder denims. Her black hair curled at her shoulders from under a khaki cap. Her mind was still preoccupied with the golden bronzed image of Glynnis and her finely articulated words which she spoke to herself as she got into her convertible, " Teenagers really have to get a grasp on what courtesy is."