Cold

As he stood in the bitter cold not knowing anyone surrounding him, he caught the eyes of a beautiful young woman across the way. It was crowded and noisy, and before he could make his move, the question had been asked. "Hey, are you in a Frat? Being proud of who he was and what he was not, he responded boldly with a "No, but my name is Steve," extending his hand for a formal introduction. She looked down at his hand then at him and qucikly responded with an "Oh!" as she vanished leaving him cold, alone and now confused. As he stood there thinking of a witty response he realized that she was long gone and that the Greeks had won yet another battle. But, let the story be told of the brave young man who would not be known by the name of an organization but by the name in which his parents proudly gave him on the day he was born. That name is Steve.

First off. I have no IDEA how to arrange the photos on this site, but they do represent the story in more ways than one. The top photo is of Steve after the battle. He might have been wounded but in the end he won through pride. The other photo also represents Steve. Its of a tree standing tall and strong ready to take on the storm. In the story the girls words were the storm and even though he might of not been prepared, he stood strong and took the blow. In the end he was victorious.