Chris stopped to catch his breath. "I'll catch up , you go on without me " as he held his chest. Baillie stopped in concern, "you've been doing that a lot lately are you okay?" Tim ran on, glad to be ahead for a change. "He's a trooper, its not like he is going to die or something." Their mothers were friends forever so it was obvious that they would become the best of friends also. Chris was boy that every girl loved . Baillie, the girl next-door who every girl wanted to be, and Tim was the root of all the fun and everyone's friend. They were popular but not because they were the normal mean teenagers, they were everyone's friend and not stuck in one group. To them everyone is equal.
             Chris stopped to think. he was getting short breathed lately, maybe he should get checked out, it would not hurt to be sure. he did not want his mom or Baillie to be concerned so he asked tim to come to his doctor with him. they walked Baillie home and went to the doctors office. while waiting Tim helped fill out a questionnaire. there were many questions that was difficult to answer but the nurse said to try their best the doctor will ask the important ones.the doctor asked if he was having stress, and if there was any medical history in his family. Chris had no knowledge of this , he was never interested in how people died. the doctor laughed at the comment and said " lets just run a few tests, its time you start medicals soon anyways." Chris was concerned about taking tests he wanted to know if something was wrong but he didn't think it would take this. tim assured him that this is normal, " instead of doing their job they rely on machines, when i had a flu i had this done because they lack common sense. im not a genus but i could of told myself that i needed medicine." this didn't make Chris feel much better but it had to be done.
             the tests were finally over. they waited for the doctor to come with the results. Chris had a weird feeling that
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