**back at Michigan in your church**

Wedding bells ring and the Musica plays for the bride. The doors open and the whole church congregation is there with school mates as well. They all turn around to see te with a beautiful wedding dress on, being led down the aisle da Randy's father.

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You walk down the aisle, feeling your cuore beat so fast and hard that it could kill te right there. te look to see Randy's face and it's like this:

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You finally arrive to Randy and Tim's dad lets te go. The pastor talks about Amore from his bible and te and Randy just stare into...

Chapter 11: Not A Milkman

{Al's POV}

Tim walks into the studio and I know this is the chance I've been waiting for. I haven't seen him in a few days so now is my chance.

"Tim!" He pauses and waits for me to catch up.

"Hey Al, how'd the mostra go?"

"Just fine....Tim what's going on? Its not a milkman." He sighs and fidgets. "Tim, I always tried to be your friend, let me help."

"I've been spending time with the family." I nod and he sighs. "Randy's sick." There's some thing about the way he says that that sets off alarms in my head.

"What do te mean sick?"

"Its cancer Al." Boy I hadn't seen that one coming....

Randy goes in your room when the doctor detto it was ok. He sees te sleeping and he can smell the bleach from cleaning up your blood. He grabs a chair and sits successivo to you. He holds your hand and feels it cold. He warms them up for te da breathing on them. Randy starts tearing up again and his tear drops fall on your hand. He quickly wipes them off your hand...

You wake up to see Randy asleep on the chair successivo to your bed. te look around and te realize your in a hospital. te can't remember anything that happened to te before except the dizziness te felt back at Randy's house. te smile...

In the middle of the night again, te wake up feeling a sharp twisting pain in your stomach. te twitch and te quickly yet gently sposta Randy's hands off your waist. te leave the divano and te run to the bathroom and te head to the toilet. te just start throwing up and throwing up into the toilet, closing your eyes but feeling the acidic burn in your throat. When your done throwing up, te look and te see blood in the toilet.

Jamie: Oh god...

**next morning**

You go back to your letto and te plop onto the bed, not being able to fall asleep. te look up at the ceiling, just staring into the...

Chapter 9- Song for the Lonely

December 1st was the funeral of Cynthia Grace Carter. Landon, Susie and Hegbert planned the funeral. The last few days it was just too hard to
describe. The Taylors helped in every way they can. Jamie and Hegbert were walking around. Jamie tried to calm down her father.

"I can't believe she's gone," detto Hegbert

"Dad I'm so sorry," detto Jamie

"This is like when te mother died, I can't believe Cynthia is dead too" detto Hegbert.

Hegbert went away and Jill came up to Jamie.

"Jamie I am so sorry," detto Jill

"Thanks Mrs. Taylor" detto Jamie

"Call me Jill," detto Jill

"I couldn't"...

Chapter 2: the news

Randy and Jamie were in front of Tim and Jill's house. Jamie was ready to turn back.

"Jamie don't my parents can help us"

"I feel so scared"

"My parents are very nice"

"Okay I can't believe I'm listening to you, are te sure?"

"No I'm not sure my parents are complete strangers to me"

"Ha ha ha very funny"

Randy kissed Jamie before he ringed the doorbell. Randy was feeling his cuore beating faster and faster da the minute. Randy ringed the doorbell.
Jill answered the door.

"Oh my god Randy'

"Hey mom"

Randy and Jill hugged each other. Jamie wasn't that nervous anymore.

"Mom this is my...

Chapter 17: Why Does It Always Have To Be Him?

{Brad's POV}

No....God no....why? Why Randy, why now? This can't be happening. Not to him, not to our family. God please, don't do this....please! I never understood fully why people were religious, we went to church on holidays, but we weren't exactly religious. I never doubted te existed though. I never doubted te knew best. Until now that is. Why are te doing this to us? Why him, why does it always have to be him? Don't make me hate te God, don't take him from us. Not after we went through so much. Not after he suffered so much.

"Brad?" I glance...

Chapter 3: Runt of the Litter

{Mark's POV}

I've always been told I'm the runt of our family. And as much as I hate the phrase, if anyone is the runt of the litter, its Randy. He's always been the ones with the health problems. He has allergies, and Asthma, he gets bronchitis a lot because of the asthma. Plus he's short. Wait, this makes it sound like I hate my brother, which I don't. Sure Randy gives me a hard time, but he's my older brother, he's suppose to. Right now though, I'm really angry. Why I can't explain, but right now I'm so furious with Randy. I know its not his fault, but I can't...