Note: I give full credit to the character Jayla and the basic plot to the user JaylaConnor. This is a spin-off to her story "Stand By Who?" if you want to read this go to /s/2586308/1/Stand_by_Who . Also I do not own Stand By Me or any Stand By Me characters. The only thing that is mine is my story and my characters.

Never in a million years would I have expected this.

When Jayna Connor, my older sister( Lacey's) best friend for now six years (they're both 16 years old and Juniors in high school) got knocked out at a ball game, which I saw with my very own eyes knocked her out for about ten minutes at least, everyone was worried. My sister and I, and others who knew her quickly ran to her side. And when the ambulance came and took her to the hospital we followed that as well. It was a crazy experience, she had gotten a concussion, I really expected her to be traumatized by it.

What I didn't expect was Jayna Connor waking up in the hospital room screaming, "Holy shit! That was awesome!"

I also didn't expect for her to rant on about a silly dream about this movie Stand By Me that I had no intention on listening to.

I also didn't expect her rants to last on for weeks. With her Chris Chambers this, Teddy Duchamp that, Ace Merrill this, Gordie Lachance that. Yadda yadda yadda. Even my sister who supported her with almost everything got sick of it.

Lately though, she's stopped. But this story obviously isn't to bad-talk Jayla. After all, I love that girl like a sister. This story is about an extraordinary journey that I got to take about a month ago that I've been urging to write about.

"We're gonna have a good time tonight. Let's celebrate. It's alright." I chanted along with the lyrics playing on the radio while I excitedly picked out my outfit. The first summer party after middle-school graduation. Although it might have been a casual one, I could not have been more pumped.

I stood looking in the mirror with a toothy grin in pure satisfaction.

I wore a P!NK yellow wide-strap baby doll bra top , white Irene ripped jean shorts as well as a vintage leather belt from Abercrombie. For my feet were simple white flip flops. For my neck was a chain like heart necklace. The outfit that I've been saving since my birthday three months ago especially from my grandmother for the right occasion. And now it came.

My hair was a chocolate brown half-up half-down hairdo. My side bang perfectly parted across my face. It was pin straight and silky and I couldn't have loved it more. I sat in front of the mirror and softly spoke to god.

"God, I'd just like to thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. For not making my hair look burnt or frizzy tonight. For letting me for once be satisfied completely with how I look. And for making this a great night so far. If it isn't too much to ask, I'd also like you to protect me from my outfit and hair getting messed up in water, sauce, period blood. You know, the works. So, uh, yeah. I know I've got to learn to pray to you more often and I will. But thank you!"

And with that I bowed my head and broke apart my clasped hands and said amen.

How'd you like it so far? Haha well this is only the first chapter (I know it's short) I will get the second one up ASAP! make sure to Review!