Based on a story written by a high school teen in USA.

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.
 His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all  of his books. I thought to myself, "Why would anyone  bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be  a nerd." I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a  football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on. As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running  toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out  of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him and as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I  said, "Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives." He looked at me and said, "Hey thanks!" There was a big  smile on his face. It  was one of those smiles that showed real  gratitude. I helped him pick up his books, and asked him  where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so  I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had  gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school  kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried  some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool  kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football  with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and  the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him,  and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, “Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!" He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors, we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown, and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor, and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great. He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls  loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous. Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, "Hey, big guy, you'll be great!" He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. "Thanks," he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began. "Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach...but mostly your friends. I am here to tell all of you that  being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story." I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. “Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable." I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others. "Friends are
angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly." There is no beginning or end.. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is mystery. Today is a gift.

What does hunks got to do with it?     
     (BY Dale McDougal)

Would you believe the day that I would never have gotten into trouble for not being me? No. I don't think so. Let me tell you how it all started. It was a sunny day in June when leslie came to me. It was about a week or so before the Miss Pallotti Pageant. And as you know Renee, Claudia and Charlize were not on speaking terms with me because Michael wanted to seduce me on Charlize's dining room table last month. I saw Leslie running to me in the aisle. I wondered if she had her period again and forgot pads but it was less serious than that or so I thought. She seemed so excited.
“ Analesce, how was chemistry?” she asked.
“Good, but I think I got a `C' on the test. Why?”
“I need you to drop the load tonight so that you can go with me to the mall to
pick out some clothes for the pageant.” , she said.
“You used an indefinite adjective with clothes. It's only one suit you're going to wear.” I replied.
“Are you crazy? So that I can look like an apt cliché in front of the guys who'll be there?.
“But why some suits?” I asked. Obviously I wasn't getting the drift.
“You stupid air-headed blonde, I am vying for the title of Miss Palotti. I'm representing 3S.”, she said proudly.
“You're gonna what? Well I be damned Leslie is growing up!”
“Yeah, yeah. Quit the mushy stuff. Are you gonna help me?”
“Why ask a stupid question? Of course I'll help you.” I said. “ I wanna prove to those three tramps that I have taste in clothing. Did you know that Charlize has been saying I dress like a DYKE?”
“Oh my gourd. Does she know what a DYKE is?” she said with a chuckle.
“Obviously, sweetheart, she doesn't. She might say, `Isn't that something we learnt in geography?”' And Leslie and I laughed.
After Leslie and I made our arrangements she left. While I was walking up the aisle to go to my journalism class, Charlize and her sidekicks came strolling along. Charlize gave me a smile. The smile was as fake as the blondness of Lil Kim's hair and was disgusting as Mystikal's scream-singing. Then Ms. Quicksilver herself spoke to me:
“Hi Analesce. I came to apologize for being so stupid and childish and for withdrawing my breath from you”, she said angelically.
“Charlize, why now?” I said blatantly. “Save your apologies and I have class to go to”.
“Please, Ana. Truce?” she said pleadingly outstretching her hand at the same time.
“okay. I have to hurry now.” I said.
“Oh, before you go, Ricardo, Michael's Italian cousin says he wants a date. Are you interested?”
“What? That sexy new guy who started St. John's last semester?” I inquired.
“Of course. Isn't he a hunk?” she said as if the `u' and the `n' would have fallen out of the word.
“I know. Tell him I'll meet him at Sundaes' tomorrow during lunch.” I said.
“Sure.” “See ya later.”
Oh my gourd,(I'm sounding like Leslie), Ricardo wants to be an item with me? A foreign guy. Nobody better messes with this bitch! We're gonna be such a cute couple then we'll get married and have great sex and make beautiful children and we'll grow old together…..
“Come now, Ana, snap out out of it.” I said to myself.
“You're really stepping your bounds and building up your hopes” said Leslie who
I didn't know had signed up for journalism 121 with me.
“Girl, I've got two words for you: Hopes n' Aspirations” she said with a smile.
“But he's really worth it, girl.” I protested.
“Naturally he is because you have no problems attracting the SJC guys.” She said in such a way that was quite blunt and truthful but feeling sorry for herself at the same time.
“Oh come now, don't say that.” I said.
“But it's true. That's why I asked you to help  me to win this pageant.” She said matter-of-factty.
All through class I sat thinking about this Italian guy and his great abs, his sleek hair, his hazel eyes, his muscular arms, his walk, his talk and his
possibly big flashlight he's got in those tight Levi's. Oooh, he just turns me on!

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I was completely devastated over the fact I nearly got to school late the next afternoon and Ricardo never showed his face. The whole day went wrong and what made it worse I got sixty nine marks out of 102 for the chemistry exam. I was completely heart scalded. Then the night of the pageant came. I coached Leslie until minutes before the pageant began. She looked exceptionally divine in her evening wear ensemble. Of course she had bought a fiery hot swimsuit an exact replica that yours truly has. It had a thong like bottom and just a band covering her posom. (It was something I saw Cindy Crawford wearing in the October 98 swimsuit issue of Sports Illustrated.)
Backstage, Leslie and I were putting on the finishing touches.
“Ana, do you think I'll win?” she asked eagerly concerned.
“You better win because Analesce Elizabeth May Louise Jones III trained you for this event.”
“Of course, that's a stupid question.” She said nervously.
I left her backstage and went to sit at my seat up front to give her support. Then who had to show themselves-you guessed it- Grandma Moses and the three Mosettes.
“Hi Ana, how are you?” said Charlize being conveniently friendly.
“I'm fine. Why did you ask?” said i.
“Well Renee is with Charles, I'm with Michael , Claudia is with Shelby and
Ricardo has no…”
“Oh! He has no date! Sure I'll join you.”
By now you know I've forgotten all about Leslie and I was in Ricardo's arms. We talked about school, social problems, our experience with our parents and how nice a couple Charlize and Michael is among other things. Then Renee shouted:” Looky there-the Palloti Clown!” I laughed without looking at the stage. When I looked at the stage, I saw Leslie singing her heart out. It was “All by Myself” by Celine Dion. In the middle of the song, she saw me laughing and gave it a not so dramatic ending. After the pageant,(which she won) she said to me:
"You are a bitch! All you need is a guy to kiss your lips and your dress front gets wet and you forget who your friends are.”
Leslie turned and walked away. I knew then that I had lost a friend. I sat home and cried for days because she was the best friend I ever had and enjoyed her company the most.
Days later after the pageant I got a call from an Italian guy named Giribaldi and he told me to keep my hands and lips to myself because Ricardo was his guy.
“Okay then, I know who to fool around with,”, I said in surprise. Because I heard Italian gay lovers can be extremely radical.
Darn! Why don't I ever meet the guy? All the hard work goes down the drain. Hard work comes with over use of resources: mascara, eyebrow pencil, lipstick, sexiness and charm. It's no use being a bitch on the days ending in “Y”. All other service providers take holidays, why don't I?