My Family Name Is Mercer
By:Rogue21493

Disclaimer:I do NOT own the Mercer brothers or other characters from the movie. I do how ever own Sarah Elizabeth Mercer. I also own Naomi Johnson.

I remember the day I came to the Mercer's like it was yesterday. When it was really seven years ago. I was six years old when Ma took me in. Bobby was 18, Jeremiah was 16, Angel was 14, and Jack was 12. I was scared to death of them. But that didn't last long. I went from Sarah Elizabeth Graham to Sarah Elizabeth Mercer. At times it still feels like a dream. I still wonder how in hell did I wind up with the four best brothers in the world.(A/N:She's remembering this, hence the seven years ago thing)
(seven years ago)
I looked at my social worker, Chris. He was nice, and helped me find my new family. He was taking me to them. When we got to my new home I was so scared. He told me that the lady who was adopting me was really nice, and I would have four older brothers. I never had had four brothers before. I've lived in a house with one, or two, but four. That just made me more scared.

When we got to my new home, I looked at Chris, and asked "They won't hurt me right?" I had been hurt in the foster homes before this place. Chris reasurred me that they wouldn't hurt me.

Following him to the door, I kept looking up, and down the street. I saw a few people. They didn't even look at me. But then I thought about how my new Ma had adopted her four sons. My new brothers. They must be use to it. Chris knocked on the door.

A kind old lady answered. She had really pretty yellow hair. "Hello, Chris."

"Hello, Miss.Evelyn. This is Sarah." I felt like running.

"Hello, Sarah. Do you want to come in? Its cold out there." I hadn't even realized it was cold. I don't know why I didn't. I was wearing jeans, that were kinda thin, a plain red tee shirt, and a over sized dark blue sweat shirt, that was kinda thin. My brown hair was down, reaching my lower back. I nodded my head. When we got inside I fell in love with the place. It was so warm, and cozy.

"Miss.Evelyn, are you sure you want to take Sarah in? She will be tough to handle at times."

"Oh, Chris, it'll be fine. I think a little sister is exactly what the boys need, and big brothers is exactly what she needs. And I'll have their help. I know they'll be there to help her, you know chase away the bad dreams, and protect her."

"Well, if you are sure."

"I am."

"Okay, but remember she might be okay one moment, but then the next minute, she won't want anybody to touch her."

"I know Chris. Sarah, do you want to meet your new brothers?" I nodded my head.

"Boys! Come here." I started to bite my nails. I did that when I'm real neverous. I could hear voices, and feet ponding on the steps. Four boys came to stand in the living room. Two were white, and two were black.

"This is Bobby, he's 18." I looked at Bobby. He was wearing jeans that had holes, and sweat shirt. I thought he looked kinda mean. But when he smiled at me, I didn't think so, so much. "Hey, there." I gave him a small smile.

"This is Jeremiah, he's 16." Jerry was cleaner looking then Bobby. He was wearing jeans with no holes, and a clean shirt.

"Don't you know that biting your nails is bad for you?" I didn't say anything. I just stuck my toungue out at him. That caused the boys to laugh. Even Chris, and Ma chuckled.

"This is Angel, he's 14." He had a pair of jeans on, and a black turtleneck sweater. Angel bent down to my eye level, and smiled at me. I fell in love with his smile. "Hi, there."

I gave him a smile. "And this is Jack, he's 12." Jack had on jeans with holes in the knees, he had a chain wallet, a black tee shirt that said "Rock & Roll" in red. He gave me a small grin, and said "Hi." I loved his eyes, and the way his hair looked. I smiled at him. I still was nerverous. But I also wanted to hug all four of them, and hug my new mom.

"Sarah, I'm going to go now okay?" I nodded my head. "If you need anything, just call me okay?" I nodded my head again. He handed me a piece of paper with his number on it to me. Never one for showing any emotion, Chris patted me on the head.

"I'm not a dog." I said quietly to him. My new brothers laughed. Ma chuckled. Chris nodded, and said bye. I watched him leave.

"Sarah, would you like to see your new room?" Ma asked me. I nodded.

"Boys, go show her her room." I guess she knew I wanted a chance to be alone with them, and to really meet them. I followed them upstairs.

"This is your room, it's next to Cracker Jack's." Bobby told me.

"Don't teach her that, man." Jack said to Bobby.

"Why not? She's going to learn it one day." Angel, and Jerry laughed, and said that Bobby was right.

I looked into my new room. The walls were light blue, I had a nice bed, a desk, and a doll house. I never really played with doll houses, or dolls, but I did play with them at times. There was a photo on the desk. I looked at it carefully. It was a picture of my new family. I followed my brothers as they showed me all their rooms, and everything. I started to get hot in my sweater by the time we were downstairs in the living room.

Ma was in the chair by the fire place, Jerry took the seat beside the record player, while Bobby, Angel, Jack, and I took the couch. Bobby had me sitting in his lap. When I took off my sweater off I heard the gasps that came from my new family. I looked around at my family.

Ma looked upset, Jerry looked angry, and sick, Angel looked angry and upset, Jack looked scared, and angry, and Bobby looked just plain angry. I looked at my arms. They showed were I had been hit. I had brusies, and scratchs on my arms, legs, stomach, and back. I had been in the foster care system since I can remember. But I've been in there since I was a baby. My birth mom had died after she gave birth to me. She had only lived long enough to name me, and kiss me once.

Ma came and took me from Bobby. She hugged me close, and said no one would ever hurt me again. I cried a little bit in her arms, and said "Thank-you mom." Which made her tear up. She went to cook supper.

I curled up on Bobby's lap. I watched the hockey game with them. They kept explaining things to me. When Ma called us for supper I was hungry. I hadn't ate anything really since that morning. I took my seat next to Angel, and Ma, and across from Jack. I took Ma, and Angel's hands not sure what we were doing. that was untill Bobby started to say the blessing. I never had had a family that had said blessing before supper. I knew what it was from the little bit of t.v I saw. And I got it from a movie, so I thought it was fake. While we ate, I knew my famile kept looking at my arms. After we ate my brothers took me to the bathroom.

They cleaned up my scratchs, and took care of my brusies. Bobby looked angry at every new mark he saw on me. Angel, and Jerry kept on saying shit when they saw them. Jack didn't say anything. He looked sick. Soon I had my scratchs, and brusies all cleaned up, and bandaged up.

"Are you okay, Sarah?" Jerry asked. Bobby looked too angry to ask me that question. Like he would yell if his mouth opened. Jack looked like he would throw up if he opened his mouth. Angel looked like Bobby, but not so bad. But he could of probably asked me that question, but Jerry beat him to it,

"Yeah, Jerry. I'm alot better now." Bobby picked me up.

"Come on, Sarah. Lets go to my room, and hang out, okay?"

"Okay." In Bobby's room, Bobby asked me would I like to learn how to play hockey. That got cries of protest from Jerry, Angel, and Jack.

"Shut up guys! I didn't mean she would play as rough as us. I meant we could teach her how to play, and play with her. So do ya, Sarah?" I nodded my head. I wanted to learn because I had seen foster brothers play, and had wanted to play too. But wasn't allowed to. So I was happy at the thought of learning how to play. So they figuered that the next day we could start, after Ma had took me shopping. We were going to get school stuff, and clothes, and all that. I made a face of disgust at the idea of shopping. I never liked it. Probably because I got in trouble almost every time I had to shop with a foster parent.

Jack caught my face of disgust. "What's wrong, Sarah? Hate shopping?" My brothers looked at me.

"Yeah."

"Why? Girls normally love to shop." Angel said. I threw a pillow at him, hitting him in the head.

"Because, I always almost all the time got in trouble. Every time I had to go shopping."

"Well, don't worry about that here okay?" Jack said. I nodded my head.

Angel threw the pillow, I had throwen at him earlier, at me. I ducked and it hit Bobby in the head. I got off his lap, and got beside Jack, because I knew what was going to happen. I was right. Bobby threw the pillow at Angel. It missed him, and hit Jerry. Soon all three of them were wrestling. Me, and Jack, were laughing at them. All three of them, stopped wrestling, and looked at us.

"Oh, shit." Jack muttered.

I tried to hide behind Jack, but Bobby, and Jerry had grabbed him, and soon they were wrestling.

Angel grabbed me around the waist, and we started wrestling. I doing my best, but Angel had me beat. My other brothers were watching. They kept yelling for me to kick Angel's butt. They kept on slipping and sayin ass, but covered it by stopping mid-way, and saying butt.

Soon Angel had me in a death grip. "I won't let you go, unless you say your whole name. Got it?"

"Yeah, I got it you dummy."

"Angel, a dummy? Why I never!" Bobby said in a mocking tone.

"Shut up Bobby." Angel said.

"Hey, guys?"

"Yeah, Sarah?" they answered.

"Sarah Elizabeth Mercer!" I kinda yelled. Angel let me go.

"Thats a mouth full." Jack said to no one really at all.

"Come on Bethie."

"Bethie?" I asked Bobby.

"Yeah, for your middle name."

"Oh." We headed back to the living room. Ma was in there knitting.

"What are you five doing?" She asked.

"Nothing, Ma. Just hanging out with our new baby sister." Bobby said. I couldn't help but smile. I was a sister, and I couldn't belive it. Ma caught my smile, and winked at me. Me, and my brothers hung out in the living room playing games. When I went to bed, I was more happy then I ever had been in a long time.

"You are a fuckn' bitch.""You will never do anything with your life, bitch."


"I will fuckn' kill you if you don't shut the fuck up!"

"No one will ever love a bitch like you." "You are nothing but a bitch."

"For your punishment, I'm going to beat you with my belt."

"It's no use crying. No ones going to help a fuck-up like you."

"No! Let me go!"

"This will teach you a lesson."

"Do you know why your dad left you? Huh? You don't? It's because you are a fuckn' bitch. Probably
like your mother."

I woke up with sweat pouring off my body. I had a dream about what my last foster home had did to me. They had hurt me for no reason. I was so gald to be away from them. And so gald to be a Mercer. I knew I didn't won't to sleep alone that night. I pushed all thoughts about my old foster homes out of my head. I had all crappy ones. I got out of my bed, and went to my door, trying to figure out who to go to. Ma, or one of my brothers.

I heard soft singing, and guitar playing coming from Jack's room. I went over to his door, and knocked softly. The guitar playing, and singing stopped. The door opened to Jack standing there. He was wearing pj pants, and a tee shirt for Pink Floyd.

"Are you okay, Sarah?" I shook my head no.

"I had a bad dream."

"Want to come in?" I nodded my head. Jack laied me down on his bed, and laied down next to me.

"What was your dream about Lizzie?" I had already gotten use to my four new nicknames. Beth, Bethie, Liz, and Lizzie. I snuggled next to Jack.

"I was dreaming about my old foster home."

Jack lifted my chin to make me look him in the eyes. "Sarah, no one will ever hurt you like that ever again. Me, Bobby, Jerry, and Angel will make sure of that, okay?"

I nodded my head. After a few mintues of slience I asked Jack something.

"Jack?"

"Yeah, Liz?"

"Can you play your guitar, and sing? I liked what I heard." I saw Jack grin out of my eye.

"Sure." A few seconds seconds later I was listening to Jack play his guitar, and singing softly. I fell alsleep curled up next to Jack. "Ah, look at my two baby sisters." I woke up to Bobby's voice. I lifted my head and looked at him. I was curled up next to Jack. Jack had his arm around my shoulders, and I had had my face buried in his side.

"What time is it, Bobby?"

"Time to get up, Bethie." Bobby grabbed Jack by his arm, and jerked it. Making him fall to the floor.

"Damn it, Bobby." Jack muttered.

Laughing, I followed my brothers downstairs. After breakfast, I went with Ma to shop. It took us two, and half hours to get everything. When we got back we had lunch, and then I learned how to skate, and play hockey. I had to wear a pair of skates that had belonged to a kid who left them when they had left Ma's house. My brothers kept on saying that I was a natural. I think they were just saying that. But I did learn pretty quickly, so maybe not.

We then had supper. My brothers made sure that I knew if anybody tried anything for me to go get Jack. Since Jack was going to the same school as me, since six grade was at the elementry school, they made sure that I knew if I needed anything, or one of them, to go to Jack. Even if it got me in trouble. I had to reasure them that I would. I went to bed that night excited, and scared. I was going to a new school, I was going to be in first grade, and from what Jack told me no one should really mess with me, since the Mercers were pretty feared around Detroit, so I shouldn't really get messed with. But if I did, then I should come get him. I fell alsleep about a hour later. I felt someone shaking me. "Go away."

"So, you don't want to go to school today, Beth?" I opened my eyes to see Jerry standing there.

"Ah, crap. What time is it?"

"Six-thrity. Come on. You have to get up."

"Okay, okay. I'm up." I sat up, and watch Jerry go out of my room. I got dressed in jeans, a tee shirt for the red wings, and I had a sweat shirt in my hand that I was going to wear, since it was the middle of November, and also to hide my brusies, and scratchs. When I got downstairs I saw my mom, making sure everybody was awake, and getting dressed.

"Ma?"

"Yes, Sarah?"

"Can you help me put my hair in a ponytail?"

"Yes, I can sweetheart. Come here." Ma helped me put my hair in a ponytail.

After that was done, I went to fix my bookbag. After that me, and my family ate breakfast. then Ma wanted to take a few pictures of me. After that, me, and my brothers left for school. Bobby, and Jerry were in front. Me, Angel, and Jack were in the back.

"Why do I have to sit in the back?" Angel asked.

"Because the three youngest sit in the back." Bobby answered like it was obvious. Bobby pulled up to mine, and Jack's, school. They knew I was nerveous. They reasured me, that it would be okay. I gave Bobby, Jerry, and Angel a kiss on the cheek, and a hug, before saying bye.

As Jack, and I got out of the car Angel said, "Yes! I get the backseat to myself." I laughed at him. Taking Jack's hand we walked up to our school. Bobby, and them didn't leave untill we were inside.

Jack took me to my class. Making sure the teacher knew that I was new, and I would need help. I didn't want help, but I knew I would need it. I gave Jack a kiss on the cheek, and a hug. I watched him go to his class. I already missed him, and the rest of my family. I sat at the table my teacher, Miss.Jay wanted me to sit at.

"Hi." I looked at the black girl next to me. For some reason I liked her right away.

"Hi."

"What's your name?"

"Sarah Mercer."

"I'm Naomi Johnson. Nice to meet ya."

"Nice to meet ya too." We shook hands, and laughed at how silly it was. By lunch we were best friends. We liked the same colors, and both of us liked sports, and a bunch of other stuff. She wanted to learn how to skate too. I told her that I would ask my brothers if they could teach her. I asked her why wasn't she scared of my name. She told me that it didn't matter what my name was, she liked me for who I was. I told her I liked her for who she was too. I wished all the other kids were like that. But they weren't. It was because of being a Mercer, but me, and Naomi said, "Their lost."

When the chance for us to work together came up, we jumped at it. We would have a week to do the project. We would get to hang out after school, and learn more about each other. Then we would write about what we found out. I couldn't wait for Ma to meet her.

After school we were walking toward were we would wait to get picked up. I had to meet my brother Jack, and she didn't have to meet anyone, just wait for her mom. We ran into a few older girls.

"All the Mercer brothers are nothing but shit heads, and jerks." I heard the one who was the leader say.

"Excuse me?" I asked nicely. I wanted to kick that girls ass! No one could talk about my brothers like that. I was the only one who could, and even then they would probably find a way to get back at me. But it wasn't like I would say something like that.

"What do you want?" the girl said to me like I was trash.

"What did you say about the Mercer brothers?" It was taking all my strength not to go ahead, and kick her ass.

"Why do you want to know? You in love with one of them?" her friends laughed like that was the funniest thing ever. I realized because I was a little tall for my age she probably thought I was older then six. But I was almost seven, so that could have something to do with it.

"I want to know, because I'm their little sister." The leader looked at me like I was trash. "I said, all the Mercer brothers are nothing but shit heads, and jerks." she pushed me a little when she finished.

"You are so lucky that this is my first day, or else I would be kicking your butt."

The girl gave me a look that said yeah-right. "I don't think you could, bitch." she pushed me again, this time harder. I lost it.

I punched the girl in the jaw. Then I tackled her to the ground.

"If I EVER hear you say that about my brothers again, I swear I will kick your ass five ways to Sunday. Today, it will only be two ways to Sunday." and with that I punched her again, this time in the nose. (brothers p.o.v)
"Were in hell is Sarah?" Bobby asked Jack. Jack had been waiting for me, when our older brothers showed up. He didn't know were I was.

"I don't know, Bobby. She knew to meet me here."

"Shit. Come on. Lets go look for our little sister." Bobby, Jerry, and Angel got out of the car, and followed Jack inside. Jack was was walking towared my class room, when a fifth grader ran by.

"Hey!" Bobby yelled to the kid. The kid turned and looked at them scared.

"What?"

"Whats going on?"

"Theres a fight going on between two girls."

"Shit. Which way?"

"That way." he pointed the way they were headed, and the way he was heading.

"Thanks." My brothers took off running. They saw a smile crowd of people standing around in a circle. They fought their way to the front. And there I was kicking that girls ass.

(my p.o.v)
I was hitting that girl over, and over. I was punching her in the face, stomach, really anywere I could hit her. When I lose my temper, people better watch out, its dangerous. Some how she got on top of me and slapped me. I chuckled. I am the type of girl that throws punchs, not the kind that slaps. The girl slapped me again. I punched her in the jaw. Making her sorta fall off of me. I got back on top of her, and punched her in her mouth. I felt a pair of strong hands grab me.

"Hey! Let me go!" I yelled at who ever had me.

"Sarah, what the fuck are you doing?" I looked at the guy who had me. It was Bobby.

"Kicking her butt?" I said hoping he would laugh, but I wasn't so lucky. He was angry. He handed me to some one else, Angel.

"Shit, Sarah. Look at you." Jerry said.

"I can't Jerry. I ain't got no mirror."

"Okay, all you little fuckers get out of here." Bobby said to the kids that had crowded around. I looked for Naomi. My eyes connected with hers. I didn't want her to leave, and she knew it. She nodded her head.

"Okay, what the fuck caused this fight?" Bobby asked looking inbetween me, and the girl I was fighting.

"Nothing. She got me angry, and I told her to go the fuck away, and then she hit me." the girl lied.

"That is a lie, Bobby. She was talking crap about you guys, and she pushed me twice. And I gave her a warning." I could tell Bobby didn't know who to belive, but that he wanted, and kinda did belive me.

"Bobby ask my friend Naomi." Bobby looked at the few girls that were still around.

"Whos Naomi?"

"I am." Naomi answered. You could tell that she was scared.

"Okay, Naomi, can you tell me what happened here?" Bobby asked bending down to her eye level. You could tell it freaked Naomi out that Bobby Mercer was talking to her.

"Sarah is telling the truth. She was pro..provo...provoked." "Bitch." the girl muttered.

"Okay I want you girls to get your little asses home." Bobby said to the girls who were looking at me, and Naomi with hatered in their eyes. After they left, Bobby looked at me.

"Sarah, what were you thinking? Fighting your first day? What the hell?"

"Come on Bobby. She was provoked. She lasted longer then we would have." Jerry said. I could tell all my brothers were angry with me for fighting. But not as angry as Bobby. Or at least I think so. We walked to Bobby's car.

"Don't forget to call me, Sarah." "I won't Naomi. We got that project to do." After saying bye to Naomi, I got into the car with my brothers.

"Is Ma going to be angry with me?" I asked my brothers, scared that she would send me back.

"Don't worry shes not going to be home untill, five. We can get you cleaned up. And she won't be too angry." Jerry said. He had handed me some napkins to wipe the blood off my face. I looked at myself in Bobby's review mirror before I did. I had a busted lip, and marks on my cheeks were I had been slapped. They were starting to brusie. I also had new marks on my arms were she had slapped, and scratched me.

"Ah, crap." I muttered.

"So, Sarah. What did that girl say about us?" Angel asked. I told them the story. When I got to the whole Sunday part, my brothers were laughing. They took me up to the bathroom, and cleaned me up. When they were done Jack asked me who Naomi was.

"She's my friend. My best friend." My brothers smiled at that.

"Do you know how old that girl was?" Jerry asked.

"No. But I do know shes older then me."

"Shes in the fourth grade." Jack said. I couldn't belive it. I had beaten a fourth grader up?

"Are you sure Jack?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah. One of the guys in my class is her older brother."

"Damn. Okay you are diffently a Mercer." Bobby said.

When we got to the living room to do our homework, Bobby started to talk about what I had did to that girl. She had a black eye, a busted lip, brusied jaw, her nose had bled some, and then there were the marks on her chest, and stomach from me hitting her. She was far worse then me.

"You did good, Bethie." Angel said. All I had to do for homwwork was make a list of things I was thankfull for, since thanksgiving was this Sunday. Well, expect for that project I had to do with Naomi. All that I wrote was I was thankfull for my Ma, my brothers, my new family, my best friend Naomi, and life.

"Hey, guys?"

"Yeah, Sarah?" my brothers answered.

"Can you teach Naomi how to skate? She wants to learn."

"Sure. We can teach her." Jerry said. "Thanks."

When Ma got home she had a fit at the fact I had gotten into a fight, but when she learned I had gotten provoked it was okay. But I still was in trouble. She had me do the dishes. Jack had to help since I was only six, and needed help. Then she checked our homework. She got teary eyed at what I had wrote on my list. I asked her could Naomi come over to our house to work on our project. She aggred, and called Naomi's mom. She said yes. I couldn't wait. My best friend, Naomi was coming over. Soon it was time for bed. But it felt like it was to early. That night I had a bad dream. I was dreaming of my old foster homes. Getting hurt, and crying. I got up, and headed to Jack's room, but I heard a nosie from downstairs. For some dumb reason I went downstairs, thinking it was one of my brothers, or Ma.

There sitting on the couch, was Bobby. Bobby looked at me when, he noticed I was in the room.

"What are you doing up, Sarah?" I gave him a look of annoyance.

"I could ask you the samething. What are you doing up?"

Bobby chuckled. "Couldn't sleep. What about you?" I sat down next to him on the couch.

"I had a bad dream." Bobby pulled me close.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Okay. It was about my old foster homes." Bobby's grip tightened on me, like he was afraid if he let go, something would happen to me.

"Bobby, are you going to squeeze me to death?" I asked. My arms were starting to hurt, from the old brusies, and old scratchs, and the new ones.

"Sorry." his grip loosened. "You know I will make sure no one will ever hurt you like that ever again, right?"

"I know."

"Good. I'm glad you know that, kitten." I looked up at Bobby. He looked ready to go find my old foster families, and hurt them.

"Kitten?" I asked. "Yeah. You remind me of a kitten." He was blushing a little bit. Not much, but a little bit.

"Oh, really? How so?"

"You can be nice one second, but the second someone, or something pisses you off you tear them a new hide." I chuckled a little bit. That was me, oh yeah. I buried my head in his chest.

"I love you, Bobby."

"I love you, too, kitten." I fell alsleep, soon after that.

The week had gone by pretty fast. Me, and Naomi worked on our project, we learned how to skate, and play hockey. My brothers treated her like a little sister, and Naomi got on their nerves like a little sister.

People were a little bit afraid of me, since I beat up a fourth grader, and won. My brothers bragged about it. It was funny.

Then thanksgiving. I never really had a thanksgiving before, since I was a foster kid. My brothers made sure that I tried everything. Afterwards I felt like I was going to burst.

Then we went and played hockey. Not really hard at all since I was so, young, and little. Then when some older guys showed up, I had to get off the ice, so my brothers could play a real hard game. I screamed my head off. They won of course. When we got home, we had to sneak Jack in because he had a busted lip. Some how my other brothers only had brusies. Ma found out though. But she wasn't too angry. She just told them to be more carefull. My brothers said they would, but I think they mean't they would hide it from her better. Ma, Jerry, and Angel had found out that I had bad dream about my old foster homes. They reasured me nothing like that would ever happen to me again.

(present)
My first week here, was a bit full, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. I love my family. Ma, is not my birth mom, but she is the next best thing. Ma, and my brothers are my best friends. Even when Naomi was here. They were my best friends right next to her. Sitting my journal down, I got off my bed, and looked under it. I had a box, were I keep very important stuff. Like picture, letters, and things like that. I looked through them.

There were pictures were me and my brothers were wrestling, Bobby, Jerry, and Angel graduating, Jerry getting married, and Jerry holding Daniela, and Amelia for the first time, my first family photo with my family, and so many others that brought back all those good memories. At the bottom of the box were some pictures of me, and Naomi.

I looked at a picture of Naomi, and me with our arms around the other ones shoulders. I tried not to think what happened to her. It hurt to much.

A/N:Hahahaha, I'm evil. I left this little cliffie, and you don't know whats going to happen next. Hahaha. You'll have to read the next chapter to see what I mean by, "When Naomi was here", and why it hurts Sarah so much to remember her. Also soon, more of the brothers! Just hit the purple button, and review, will ya? He laughs, and giggles, when you hit the go button. He won't bite. Unless you don't review, then he might. So, review. Please? Thank-you.