into a really nice part of town. I got out and looked around dazed. Then these really nice looking people came out and smiled at me and welcomed me. I thought I had died and gone to heaven! So I started to live with them and go back to school. It was HARD! First off I was hooked on drugs, cigarettes, and alcohol. Second, I had like 5 guns with me and I threatened to kill anyone that looked at me funny. And thirdly, I was just jacked up. I would yell, have mood swings; every parents night mare. They still wanted me though. They came and asked if they could adopt them. I was sure they were crazy, but they assured me they wanted to. So I let them. I had nowhere else to go really. One day, Amanda, who was now my sister, brought me to this very beach and asked me if I wanted to stay that way that I was. I said no, because I really didn't. She asked me if I wanted to meet Someone that would help me. I said yes. Then we prayed together and I asked Jesus into my heart and life. Nothing has ever been the same. I quit taking drugs, drinking, smoking, I got rid of my guns. Everything changed. I became a nicer person. I was able to forgive some people that had really hurt me. It was amazing. When I was 15, I was coming in from school one day when mom met me at the door and told me, very matter of factly but sadly, that Amanda had died in a car accident. I felt as if part of me had died. My sister...she meant so much to me. The next few months were really hard. I questioned God many times, but my parents really helped me. They had lost a son before. All they said was that they knew God knows best and that they were so thankful they had me." Zane stopped and smiled, looking at me. "I guess the reason I'm so...ahhh...attracted to you is because you remind me so much of Amanda. So kind and caring and everything..." His words trailed off as he looked down. Finally I found my voice after his moving story. "Zane, I want to know Jesus." Thats all I said, but then I saw the way his eyes lit up, I knew it was something that he wanted. "Do you want to pray with me and ask Him into your life?" he asked quietly. I nodded. "How do you pray?" "Why don't you just repeat what I say, okay?" I nodded again. "Dear Jesus", he said. "Dear Jesus", I repeated. He led me in a prayer of confession, repentance, and acceptance. I cried softly. I didn't know much about Jesus, but I knew I wanted to know more. I felt totally different from just that. Zane grinned so widely that I thought it would spit his face. He suddenly jumped down from the rock. "Here, I better get you back", he said offering his hand to help me down. I really didn't need it, but I took it and allowed him to help me off the rock. He stopped and grabbed both of my hands and looked me in the eye. "Xiana, I really..." He stopped and looked down. "There are so many things I want