Loren and Jasmine are 2 different girls. Loren a girl who's been through hell and back, has given up on everything and everyone, she feels she is alone in this world, and has sworn to herself to never talk. She has come to the conclusion that words causes problems and silence is golden. Jasmine on the other hand is a stud, she gets everything handed to her, has never had a rough day in her life. She takes up the challenge of showing Loren that the grass is greener on the other side, and not to dwell on the past. Will Loren break her silence and speak to jasmine, or is Jas seriously wasting her time. REAAAD! VOTE!! :)))

This isn't your typical 'big' girl story when the female has thick thighs, slim stomach, and a phat ass. No this is a story about a real big girl the type no one usually give a second look because her stomach hangs over her jeans, and her thighs rub together, her arms jiggles when it moves, and even her back has rolls. Yeah, disgusting right? Well that's me Harper. And I'm going to show you a real life story of a big girl...mine. I guess I can call you guys my diary? I'm going to tell you guys that I've never told anyone including my mother. Like whose the real father of my four year old daughter, and why. My life has always been a struggle. My mom was a single mom raising me and my younger brother, and sister for as long as I could remember. Until suddenly she was married to my step father Eli. Once they got married things became easier from the fact two incomes were coming in, and we weren't sleeping on our cousins floor. I think that's enough information for now. While here it goes ... Based on true events. Ranked number 23 in short story :)

"I am so sorry I'm late." My red woolly hair flopped onto my face and I huff, throwing my bag on the chair to put it up. I haven't noticed the prisoner yet as I pull down my black pencil skirt that stuck to my hips a little too tight due to the shrinkage in the washing machine. "This. . . is my therapist?" A deep mocking voice came and I cleared my throat, finally meeting the seemingly Black eyes of Prisoner 409. My breath catches in my throat as a slow smirk grazes his face. The handcuffs remained stuck to his hand as he slowly rubbed his bare chin. "Behave 4-0-9" The prison guard slapped the table before leaving and I was still frozen. "Why wouldn't I? Chocolate just happens to be my favorite flavor."