My first Stand by Me story, um..this is going to be a long story, lemme just tell you now...I am confident i will finish this story, because this story is really good and its got a lot of potential, and um...i think thats it..WISH ME GOOD LUCK!!

Disclaimer-I do not own stand by me, the movie belongs to Rob Reiner and the actual plot belongs to Stephen King, but THIS plot belongs to me and my character (can't really tell you her name now) belongs to me too!

I laughed and pulled my hair back into a pony tail, as a long-lost friend re-enter my mind. My mind had raced at least 20 years back in an hour with him. After he declined a second glass of water, i was able to stop pacing around the kitchen and sit down with him for a good 2 minutes.

"My god. How old is Kylie now?" He asked interested in my daughters age. Probably seeing as he hadn't seen her in a good 10 years.

"15, and very aware of it..." I laughed along with him. "Oh god teenagers." he replied.

I shook my head. "You know, sometimes i wonder what happened to that adorable 4 year old, who just wanted to ride the taxi's and wanted to go to the park? Now its all about i want this, get me this, mother this isn't cool-"

"Wait-" he began, holding in chuckles, "She calls you mother now?"

I got up quickly with a half-serious face on. "Oh no. Don't start. Gordie..." i warned.

He got the point and settle down in his chair.

"Is there a real reason why you came? A busy person like yourself doesn't come around here just to talk..." I said clearly the table.

He placed his hand on the table and started playing with his glass. i lifted a eyebrow, and moved his cup, so he could look at me.

"Well, There is something. I-I actually need your help."

My suspicion was highly recognizable, fore my eyebrow seem higher than ever.

"With what?" i said while cleaning a glass.

"..." He sighed and took a breath. "I have a book out, a book about THE BODY."

I knew what he was talking about immediately. But didn't really get the point.

"Well," i commented, putting away some dishes slowly, "I knew you were going to write a story on that anyway, no surprise there. i actually picked it up and was quite disappointed in it. Wonder why?"

Gordie brought his hands up defensively. "Aw, I'm sorry, I couldn't put you in there, they wanted an all American tale about 4 boys, the wilderness, that stuff. And i couldn't put in any, uh, love situations between the characters..." he remained silent for a moment, and so did I, almost in remeberence.

I cleared my throat."Well still, Gordie you could have put me somewhere in the book. But not even a mention. Horrible. Horrible." I shook my head as i washed the rest of dishes.

"Well here's the thing." He began. "My editors wanted a sequel, they asked for a different view on the story. Now they knew it was on real life characters so they wanted me to uh-question them about their experience, like an interview. But...you know everyone else is dead. But they wanted anybody, Hell i would've even asked Max for his view if i could even find him. I've checked every park in New York." he chuckled.

I stopped holding a dish in my hand. My face now emotion-less.

"Max is dead... Overdose." I whispered.

Gordie stopped chuckling, his face filled with shock. I shook my head and continued to wash the dishes.

"Some girl found him in their apartment with some Acid. Never made it past thirty."

I stopped Gordie for he could even talk.

"Don't apologize. I'm okay..." Trying to change the subject..."So-uh, you want to interview me?"

"Yes.." he said more cheerfully.

"Well lets get started."

3 hours later

I read his intro to the story about three times and decided to calmy tell him what i thought about his story.

"Gordie! What the hell is this crap!?" I fling the script into his hands.

"Fine! you do better, mother...ah!! I need a drink..." He invited himself into the bar-cabinet.

I stared at him. Then at the screen of the computer.

maybe i will...

Hi. My name is...well. Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself. Before I can even tell you my name, you must know my purpose of this book. If you have either read the book, The Body, or have seen the movie, Stand by me, you know its an a true story about four boys that go to looking for a dead body, end up having a bonding relationship with each other. Wonderful story. My friend Gordon Lachance wrote it beautifully, and the director, Rob Reiner-also a very good friend of mine- did an excellent job of cinematography.

However...

You see the book, as well as the movie, left out an important character. ME.

Yup, there wasn't only 4 there was actually 5 of us. And it wasn't just boys either. If you hadn't guessed already I'M A GIRL.

And for Gordo to leave me out on such a circle of events is unacceptable. Of course I haven't spent my years in collage perusing writing like Gordie here, but i will not let my story be un-heard.

Now, lets get some clarifications straight. My story, goes beyond the Ray Brower incident. Its farther because some of the things that had happened twisted and formed the characters you know and love to the people they ended up being. It needs to go into explanation. Not just because one character is just weird like that, or another was just bound to get a good job, no-this took time and years of causes for this to happen. Therefore, I will skip ahead months after the Ray Brower incident.

As this introduction weeds on, I must also tell readers that Gordon Lachance had admitted to me after he made the story that he did not want to include me in this story because of "love issues" among characters. In other words, Lachance was trying to be macho. Since I am a female writer, I don't carry this disease that some male writers carry around with them (smirk). I have no problem expressing the romantic situations, though not many, that your favorite characters go through.

And now without further ado...

Hi. My name is Haylee Samerson. But I was better know to them as "mama".