Hey guys! This is my Laura's Story Fanfic and keep in mind I do not own any of the The Day After Tomorrow characters. Read & Review on your way out!

The apartment was hot, smelling of plants, and dirty laundry, as Brian, Sam and I stepped inside. "No way Peterson's class is harder the Kline's." Brian was saying. "Fourteen people in her class took the AP exam.' I protested. Brian frowned. "Yeah, but how many passed?" he asked skeptically.

I chuckled; setting my book bag down on an armchair, that was littered with National Geographic. "Where's your dad?" I asked Sam casually, who had set his bag down on the kitchen counter and was munching on a cracker. "Who knows? Off somewhere saving the world."

"Does he know you come here when he's out of town?"

Sam's head poked up from behind the refrigerator door. "Oh, yeah." He said, grabbing a glass of water. "I'm watering his plants for him." I nodded slowly. "Oh."

I looked down at the plants, whose leaves and branches were brown, dry and cracked. I touched one gently. It crumbled in my hand. It looked like they hadn't been watered in days, even weeks.
"You've got quite the green thumb." I said sarcastically, but Sam didn't seem to notice. Sam bustled over, glass in hand, and poured half of the glass on one plant, and emptied the glass on the other. The plants were o filled with water, mud oozed down the side of the pot. My mouth dropped open.

"I think you're over watering them." Brian said, staring at Sam as if he had two heads. Sam looked up. "You think?" he asked. "Never mind." Brian said quickly. "Uh, where are we supposed to sit?" I unzipped my jacket as Sam cleared a space on the couch for Brian.

"Right there's good for you."

Then we had to get to work. "OK, so I think we should start with English lit, then tackle art." Sam had turned on the television, and he had lost interest in what I was saying. "Sam?" I whispered. Sam looked up as if just noticing I was there. "Hi." Sam grinned. "Hi." "You can't watch TV and study at the same time." I said sternly. "New York is in four days."

Sam sighed. "OK," he mumbled, switching the television off. "It's off. Quiz mania!"

This time I was the one who sighed. I could tell this was going to be a difficult study session.


After three hours of studying, I was getting tired and frustrated, and Sam was just not comprehending the information I was giving him. Oh, he was great in Math and History, but when it came to English Lit, and Art, he was lost.

Finally, I gave up. "OK, we'll meet in the empty classroom on the second floor, and study there after school." I grabbed my bag off the chair, and Brian did the same. "Bye Sam." We both said in unison. "Bye guys. See ya tomorrow." He waved, and the door shut.

For the first time in two months, I was beginning to doubt whether we'd win the competition.