although they had long hair, and two in between girls with beautiful blonde hair, and a young, maybe 3 or 4 year old boy who kept running away and was just sooo cute. Also, a baby girl. She was darling. They seemed like a really loving and caring family, and I envied them. I passed by them in the cereal section, and the middle oldest boy said, "Oh, no, not another one," which offended me, and I started to cry because of my emotional build-up that I had held inside me for such a long time. He came over to comfort and soothe me, and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I thought that you were a fan of ours, who would scream hysterically went you went by. Here, lemme help you up." One of the big guys said, "Taylor, be aware, you don't know her. Now run along, missy." The mother said, "Now, Jason, I think we can handle this one. Hon, what's your name?" "Carmeleta," I answered. She said, "Hi, Carmeleta! I'm Diana, and this is my husband, Walker. And Jessica, Avery, Mackenzie, Zac, Isaac, and, of course, Taylor." "Nice to meet you. There is one thing I want to know. Why would I be a fan of you?" Zac answered," We're in a band called Hanson." "Oh, yeah," I said. "My friends are big fans. I don't have a radio, or a TV or anything, so, I'm pretty much helpless." And I told them about my friends going to the concert without me and all, and how I'm treated so badly. "Whoa," Isaac said. "Can we give her a ride home, mom?" "Of course, Ike," she answered. "Oh, no," I said. "Mom would kill me if a stranger drove me home." "Well, we're trustful strangers. We can help you," Walker said. "Okay, thanks," I answered with a weak smile. They dropped me off at home, and Taylor helped me with the groceries. He said he'd wait and see if my mom was home, and I reassured him that she was. But he stuck around anyway. I checked upstairs, and there was a note that read:
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