Glorie was wearing black short shorts, and a dark tube top. She had her legs dipped in the lake reading a book. She playfully let her legs bob up and down from the surface of the water to the bottom. Her eyes drifted from the book as she looked down at her ankle. The small cross there was tasteful, yet the reaction she got from her parents was hardly good. It is my life, and I did what I wanted. I hope I talk to someone soon. Then she heard someone behind her.