The Dream Team

Chapter One: The Application

I leaned over the counter and sighed. It was pouring rain, and I havent gotten any customers. I looked out the window, watching people as they pass by. A mother and her little boy were running in the rain, holding hands with no umbrella. I heard the bells jingle as they quickly came into the pharmacy. The little boy let out a sigh. 

"Momma, why are we here?" the little boy asked, letting go of her hand. 

"We're getting medicine for Lillian." his mother said. They started walking towards me. I stood up straight, and smiled at them. 

"Hello, how may I help you?" I asked, smiling at them. They reminded me of myself a year ago. 

"Hi, we're here to pick up an order for Lillian Grendel." 

"I'll be right back." I said, smiling. I walked behind the counter I to the medicine storage. It was cold, but not too cold. I looked through shelves and shelves of medicine packets, and finally found the one. I read the information on the pack. 

It said she had a flesh-eating disease. 

"She won't last long." I thought. I walked out from the back room, and handed her the medicine. 

"Thank you." she said. "Brent say thank you." she looked at her son expectantly. 

"Thank you!" he yelled, and I smiled. 

"Your very welcome. I hope she gets better." I replied. 

"You never know." the mother said sadly. "C'mon Brent." she took his hand and they left the shop, the door jingling when they opened it. 

I sighed. They reminded me of my best friend. Stephanie was my next door neighbor, and we were friends since I accidently threw a rock and it hit her in the eye. Stephanie was that girl you could always rely on. She was there for my, thick and thin, no matter what. She had long brown hair and sparking brown eyes. You could just tell by the way she looked, she could worm right into your heart. While she went to public school all of her life, I was homeschooled, and she was the only true friend I had, minus my relatives.

Well, Stephanie, who I called Stephie, had an older brother named Mac.  I swear, ever since I first saw him, I had a HUGE crush on him. He was the boy version on Stephie, brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. Mac was so kind and funny. Whenever Stephie had a bad day, he would help her out, make her laugh and smile. He was formal, sometimes calling me ma'am. That always got him a pair of rolling eyes. Even after years of knowing him, I never knew if he liked me or not. 

Stephie would come back some days, and I would see her hanging out with four or five other girls who always looked at me with disgust, but they hid that from her. If she ever found out that they hated me, they wouldn't be her friends, and wouldn't be on the top of the 'Popular Tree', as Stephie put it. She didn't care for the tree at all. She just was herself, and everyone loved her for that. Especially the guys.

Stephanie was the one that all the guys liked, but she was oblivious to it, because she was in love with her boyfriend Rome. I knew Rome, because he lived on the other side of Stephanie's house. I saw him sometimes, he waved, and so did I, but it was nothing more than that. And after twelve years of dating, they got married. I was her maid of honor. The wedding was so beautiful and wonderful. I never saw Stephanie any happier than that day. We didn't loose touch even after she had five kids, still talking like highschoolers for hours on the phone, writing letters, she was sending me Christmas cards, until one day she didn't pick up her phone. Stephanie never missed a phone call. Never. Even if it was someone she didn't feel like talking to, she never missed a call. Then afterwards, I called Rome. He didn't pick up, which was normal. I hadn't heard from her in a week until I got a phone call from her mother. Stephanie and her family had been killed in a plane crash on their way to Paris, the same day I found out that my parents died on the plane that collided with hers, on my birthday. I was so sad and depressed, that when someone set my house on fire, I just left. I was probably away from Chicago, where we lived, for about two weeks, diving through state after state. When Stephies mother called, inviting me to the funeral, I quickly drove home, and stayed in a hotel with the very little clothing that I had.