Group D: Third Person Limited From Leslie's Point of View

 Leslie is standing in a congested hallway.  Her heart stops, when she sees the love of her life, Thomas.  She gets butterflies in her stomach, as she approaches him.  She's practically shaking in her chucks.  She debates with herself whether she should talk to him or not.  Maybe just watch from a distance.  But no!  Flirting with this hot stud would make her friend, Sarah, very sad.  Then again, just a little conversation wouldn't hurt.  Leslie majestically walks over to him, hair flowing in the wind.  This is what she wanted to happen.  In reality, she trips over her untied chucks.  Thomas catches her, and their eyes meet.  They gaze longingly.  They're lips meet, while they're tongue's say hello.  They make their way to the janitor's closet and things went way too far. Five years have passed since then, and they have dropped out of High School.  Leslie is pregnant; her and Thomas are now fighting over the remote.....and the weather.  "Shut up and go make me a sandwich!" screams Tom.  "You can't tell me what to do!" yells back Leslie.  Thomas greets her snarky remark with a backhand to the side of the face.  She breaks down in tears and runs out the door.  Another 5 months have passed and the divorce papers have been signed.  Leslie is finally free.  She has no job or money.  But at least she got custody of her son, Brian.  She borrows money and sells her kid to feed into her crack addiction.  She just can't get enough.  She's homeless, and looks like a hobo.  Not a day goes by that she wishes that she never talked to Thomas that day...