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As I was growing up my role model was my older sister. I thought she was the world’s greatest person. I copied everything she did, and I wanted to be just like her. She seemed like the perfect student. She meant the world to me. When she got into Jr. High she quit doing things with me, and telling me her secrets. I was hurt, so I started reading her diary not knowing what I would find. I found out that she was sneaking out and doing drugs. She w...