A Day in the Life of Greedy

There she is, she wants money, diamonds, something worth anything and anything that's worth something. Greedy wants every male's attention, any human's praise; she "needs" anything she can get her hands on. She always hits up Generosity for cash and gets the best of Hospitality.
Greedy always takes and gives nothing in return; everything is hers in the world she looks at through those crazy eyes. Generosity and Hospitality can't help but give in. Greedy's common phrases are "Give me!" or "Mine, mine mine!" when she is around Generosity and Hospitality. Impatient and Anger always have the name "Greedy" in their mouths, shaking their fists in frustration about how selfish and needy that poor, rich girl is. "If only she could pause and realize what she already has." Common Sense says to Patient under her breath. Patient is leaning on Impatient lately because he can only take so much of Greedy, being Greedy.
She is always wanting what she can't have or more than anybody needs. That girls needs a reality check. "Didn't her mother and father teach her that material things aren't what's important?" says Caring who only wants the best for Greedy even though she's a nasty little thing. No one would ever look at Greedy with sparkling admiration; no one would have the desire to be as "great" as her! She's nothing but a needy little sucker, a rotten character, and all she does is want.
Greedy snatched up what the less fortunate did have, all for herself. She got her hands on anything she could and ended herself up in a mess of credit card debts, a house full of stuff, just stuff that she doesn't need. No friends in sight, just acquaintances that don't appreciate her one bit.
A day doesn't got by where she doesn't wrap her fingers around something insignificant to her.
A day doesn't go by where other characters don't gossip behind her back about her actions.
A day doesn't go by when Greedy isn't left at the end of the day with nothing. everything with feet is gone, they walked out on her. She's left in a house filled with countless material things and the occupied space only feels empty.

CNF; Summ-ahh

In the summer, the homework flow stops, the stiff plastic seats seize to make my butt numb, and the emotional school meltdowns no longer faze me. 

Sunscreen? Check. Swimsuits? Check. Towels? Check. I'm ready for my summer job. I'm stoked for the sunburns, smells of chlorine, and the awkward one-piece tans. It's time to make money, befriend co-workers, teach swim lessons and scream, "Walk on the pool deck!"

I scan my designated area; the cement sizzling with every splash of water like a hot skillet has my attention until I see signs of a drowning victim. The meltdown begins: hands sweaty and feet suddenly scared to move. My training, gone.

I blow my whistle once, point to the victim and enter the water. I swim with high elbows, the tube under my arms and grab the drowning boy, struggling, I swim to safety. Isn't summer supposed to be stress free?