<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/chad-michael-murray_6.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Zack Martinez<br/>Age: 19<br/><br/>Zack was reading through the letters addressed to him in his mail. He personally went through nearly every single one of them by himself. He had read at least ten by kids when a letter addressed to him that he hadn't seen before caught his attention. He picked it up after finishing sending the money to the families who had written him. It was in a different envelope from the rest. He was very curious and opened it to see who it was from. To see what the person had to say. The first line stole his breath in a moment of surprise. Then he continued to read. With each sentence that passed through his mind as he read he felt his heart strings being tugged harder and harder. With each passing moment his heart went out to this young woman so close to him in age. By the end of it he had tears trailing down his cheeks. It was a story that hit close to home. His step sister lived a life similar to that only she had gone through with the suicide. She had killed herself. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He could only think of one thing...he needed to make this wish come true in person. That was all there was to it.<br/><br/>So three hours later he was on his private jet with just one bodyguard. Flying out to someplace he had never even heard of and was going to grant this wish. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a tank top, and a hoodie. He had a pair of sunglasses at his side for when he left the jet plane. He looked out the window as the scenary passed by. They were getting closer but that heartwrenching letter still would not leave his thoughts. He saw the welcome to sign for their designation and had the pilot take them down into the small airport. Flipping his hoodie up over his hair and put on the sunglasses. He left the plane soon as he could. Followed merely by a bodyguard who was dressed casual so as to appear just a friend. He walked to a store and got directions to Amoretta's house. He walked quickly towards there. Arriving shortly afterwards and even with the hoodie his tell tale hair style was visable. He rang the door bell. Knocked a few times. Calling out. "Is a Miss Amoretta home?" He didn't shout too loudly as he didn't wish to draw attention his way.