Walking down that isle, Jamie looked exactly like the angel I knew she was. Hegbert put his hand on my shoulder; an unexpected touch from someone I always thought hated me. I knew he didn't want me marrying his daughter, but he was letting me because I made his daughter happy. He had never liked me. My family and I had been going to his church since we moved to Beaufort when I was seven. That's when I had first met Jamie- in the first grade. She was the only one who would sit next to me on the bus when I was the new kid. She invited me over to her house after school and we had cookies and lemonade and played house. If only I had known then how true our little game would become. And then, in the middle of third grade, I met Eric, Dean, Belinda, and the rest of them. I tossed Jamie aside and was way to busy with my new friends to come over and play with her stupid dolls or eat her stupid chocolate chip cookies, even thought they were good. That was the way it was until the middle of seventh grade. When we were in our home living class and had to be "married" for a month. That was the worst month of my life. I was teased to no end. After all, I was married to the "Virgin Mary", "Saint Jamie". After that I vowed that I would never have anything to do with Jamie ever again. It was a good plan too- until our little mishap with Clay Gephart landed me in that stupid spring play, the one that led to me and Jamie becoming, well, me and Jamie. And when the organ started up on that day, our wedding day, I was never surer of anything in my life. This was how it was supposed to be. Jamie and me. Forever. Well, not forever. For as long as God would allow me to keep her. And as she said my name, "I, Jamie Elizabeth Sullivan, take you, Landon Rollins Carter...." I prayed that my angel on Earth would continue to be that- my angel on Earth.