The Baby-Sitters Club doesn't belong to me. It belongs to Ann M. Martin.

I was getting ready for church on a Sunday morning. I have been praying for my best friend, Kayla Willis, who has been sick with cancer. She's under hospice care and I'm scared I'll be losing her. She was a cancer survivor and it's now back. I have been by her side. If she's too tired to help her twin, Kaylee, watching their six younger siblings, I'd take over.

I'm Mary Anne Spier. I'm 15 and a tenth grader of Stoneybrook High School. Luckily, my family and friends would help me through it. Dad is in Chicago and won't be back until later on tonight.

"Is everyone ready for church?" asked my stepmom, Sharon.

"Yes," I replied.

At church, I kept praying for Kayla. I was in tears thinking she doesn't have much time. She's been getting treatments until the doctors stopped because she was getting weaker. I keep my cell phone off because imagine Kaylee texts me the news? I'd be afraid to start crying during mass in front of everybody. I'd be embarrassed, but I think the priest would understand. He knew Kayla is sick.

After mass, I went to the priest telling him about my fears about Kayla would be joining the angels.

"You have nothing to worry about especially knowing Kayla will not suffer anymore," said the priest.

"True. I've been praying for her," I said.

"You're also a good friend when you help her sister out," said the priest.

"I know. I was always supportive since her illness," I said. "And, I know it would affect me when she dies."

"I'm sure it will," agreed the priest.

"I suffer from depression ever since. I fear it's getting worse now," I said. "I try stay busy without thinking about it."

"That's a good thing," said the priest.

"Plus, I got a scrapbook and DVD that the girls made me for Christmas. When it got burnt in the house fire, they made a new one. I'm glad for that if I wanted to keep Kayla in my memories," I said. "I'd be lost without them."

After we had a long talk, I met the rest in the car.

"It makes me feel good when I talk to the priest," I said.

"That's good," said Sharon.

"Kayla is scared to die," I said.

"That's normal for some people," said Sharon.

"I'm also afraid that it will happen," I said.

"I'm sure you are," said Sharon.

At home, I was in my room reading. Then, Sharon asked us to help her doing some yard work. It's mostly weeds and rake leaves. I don't mind doing it. She told me it would do me good to keep my mind off from losing Kayla. Somehow, she was right. It kept me busy. We were doing yard work when Kaylee rushed over.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Hate to ask you a favor at the last minute, but can you help me watching the younger kids? Kayla just got rushed to the hospital. She collapsed," said Kaylee.

"Go ahead, the others will finish up with me," said Sharon.

That was when Kaylee and I took off next door before her father left to meet his wife and Kayla at the hospital.

"Thanks for coming over," said Kaylee.

"No problem. We were just doing yard work," I said.

"I'm glad Sharon lets you come when it's an emergency," said Kaylee.

"It helps when we're neighbors," I said.

"Exactly," said Kaylee.

We watched the kids for a few hours until their parents came back.

"How's Kayla?" I asked.

"Not good. She has 24 to 48 hours to live," replied Mrs. Willis.

"I hope I can see her before that happens," I said.

"Me, too," said Kaylee.

I was in a nervous wreck.

"You can see her tomorrow. The doctors want her to rest before having any visitors," said Mrs. Willis.

They paid me for coming on short notice and I left for home.

"We just came back in," said Sharon.

"Kaylee was grateful for letting me go help her in an emergency," I said.

"How is Kayla?" asked Sharon.

"Mrs. Willis said she is not doing well. She has 24 to 48 hours to live," I replied. "Kaylee and I hoped we would see Kayla, but her mom said to wait until tomorrow so she can rest."

That night, I didn't come down for dinner. Then, Dad came home.

"Just in time, dinner is served," said Sharon.

"Oh, good, I didn't had dinner yet," said Dad.

Meredith came down.

"Mary Anne said she's not hungry," said Meredith.

"She must be nervous about Kayla," said Sharon.

"She is," said Meredith.

"What about her?" asked Dad.

"We were outside doing yard work when Kaylee came and told Mary Anne what was happening and needed her help with the other kids. I understood in an emergency. When she came back a few hours later, she said Kayla has about 24 to 48 hours to live," explained Sharon.

"Oh," said Dad.

After dinner, I was still in my room when Dad came up to be with me.

"Sharon was telling me what's happening with Kayla," said Dad.

"Yes and I was too worried to come down with dinner," I said.

"I bet you were," said Dad.

"Kaylee was doing okay. I don't know how she can be like that with her sister dying," I said. "If that was my sister, I'd be crying my eyes out."

"I know," said Dad. "Kaylee's probably thought when it happens, she knows that Kayla would be in a better place and not suffering anymore."

I didn't think of that part.

"I haven't thought about that to be honest with you. The hard part is that we're best friends. That's going to be even harder for me to adjust that," I said.

"That's true," said Dad.

"She would be my second friend to die since Amelia," I said.

"You got a good point," said Dad.

Amelia Freeman got killed by a drunk driver in a car crash. We had this bench made in a garden to honor her. Her younger brother, Josh, took it harder. He's a seventh grader at Stoneybrook Middle School.

"I might skip school so I can spend some time with Kayla tomorrow," I said.

"I don't mind if you wanted to," said Dad.

"What if she dies without me saying good bye to her? I'd be upset even more," I said.