I watched as Mr. Adams organized the papers on his desk into a neat pile. Those were it, they have to be it. It was the last day of school and today was the day we were getting our math exams back. I tapped my pencil on the desk, one of my nervous habits, and I was very nervous. My parents told me if I failed two of my exams, I would have to spend the summer at my aunt and uncle's lake house in Michigan in the middle of no where. I already failed my English exam, and barley passed the rest. My aunt and uncle were crazy. My uncle is going to make me work in his little run-down boat shop that no one ever went to. I tapped my pencil faster. Mr. Adams picked up the huge pile of papers and walked over to the first row of desks. Mr. Adams was a six foot tall, skinny, not very buff kind a guy. He had short, no, very short brown hair that matched his brown eyes. Also, he was very young to be a freshmen math teacher, he was almost 23.

I watched as he worked his way up and down each aisle of desks. I listened to the moans of most of the class as they got their exam back. The only person who excited about their grade was a socially-awkward kid named Josh. I don't think he every failed a test, he had straight A's in every class. I then noticed Mr. Adams was walking towards my desk. I put the pencil down and sat up straighter. I waited for him to put the exam on my desk, I looked up at him and watched him shack his head back and forth. Shit. That's not a good sign. He put the paper on my desk facedown. He walked behind me and passed out more exams.

I stared at the paper on my desk. 70 or above…that's all I need. I slowly picked up the thick packet of paper and flipped it over. 62%. My life was over. I started tapping my pencil again until the final bell rang. I waited for the rest of the class to get up and leave the room. I listened to their cheers and screaming signaling the school year was over and summer was about to begin. I stuffed my exam into the bottom of my school bag and slowly walked out the door.

"Have a good summer, Mr. Adams." I said, just to be polite.

"You too Ashley!" he yelled with a giant smile. I guess he was glad school was over too.

"I'll try…" I muttered under my breath.

I walked down the stairs and made my way to my locker. I grabbed all my notebooks and threw them into the trash can right next to my locker. I looked at the top to find one notebook left. My art notebook. I unzipped my school bag and tucked it in there. I shut my locker for the last time this year and headed towards the bus.

I ran onto my bus, bus number 7, and sat in my normal seat next to my best friends. Aria has been my best friend since I started freshmen year here. She was about 5, 10", had perfect, straight, brownish, blackish hair, and had the body every girl wanted. She was the first one to talk to me when everyone else ignored me. Everyone except Luke, Luke has been my best friend since as far as I can remember. We grew up as neighbors and we been in every class together since pre-k. He was about 6 feet tall, long brown skater boy hair, and the guy every girl wanted to go out with.

"Hey!" Aria said as I sat in between her and Luke. "How'd the exam go?" she asked nervously. I looked at her and hugged her tightly.

I felt Luke's hand on my back. "I'm guessing not to well." He said. "I'm so sorry Ash."

I turned around and threw myself into him. His arms instantly wrapped around me and squeezed me tightly, and kissed my forehead, "Everything's going to be alright." I smiled a little bit, but it didn't help at all, because I knew this summer wasn't going to be alright, it was going to suck. I wasn't going to be with any of my friends, I wasn't going to be able to stay up really late, or sleep in really late, and mostly I wasn't going to be able to spend time with my parent and little brother, Carter, who is turning 6 next month. I won't even be here for his party.

Luke let go of me when we got to our bus stop. I put my arms around both of them and said "I love you both, text me every day. I'm going to miss you guys so much."

"Maybe your parents forgot." Aria suggested. She sounded a little hopeful.

I looked at her, "My dad went out to buy me suitcases this morning. They didn't forget."

Aria said goodbye and gave me another hug. She told me she would write me every day and tell me all about the drama I'm missing out on.

Luke and I got off the bus and I watched as it pulled away to its next stop. I saw Aria in the back seat waving goodbye. I smiled, and waved goodbye slowly.

Luke put his hands on my shoulders and bent down to my level. "Everything is going to be fine." I wasn't really listening though, I was zoning off as I watched my best friend wave goodbye to me. The next time I was going to see her would be in September. "Ash, Ashley, hey, look me in the eyes." Luke shook my shoulders until I snapped out of it and looked him right in the eyes. "Everything. Will. Work. Out. I promise. Okay?"

All I could do was nod. So that's what I did. "Now come here," he continued and pulled me closer to him. I felt his strong arms around my back. I closed my eyes and wished none of this was happening. I wished that I could re-take the test. I wished that Aria and Luke could come with me. I felt Luke's chin rest on top of my head.

"I love you…" he whispered.

I felt a tear running down my cheek. "I love you too."

I heard my door open and I saw my dad. "Well this doesn't look good." He said.

I felt my arms slowly fall off of Luke's waist. I looked up at my dad. "I'll miss you, text me every day." I nodded and he hit my shoulder playfully. I watched as he ran into his house which was right next door. I sighed and looked back at my dad. The walk to my door seemed like the longest walk ever.

I walked up my porch and said hi to my dad. He just nodded and pointed upstairs. "Go start packing. Your flight leaves at 6:09 tonight."

"Tonight!? Why so early, why today!?" I was getting really mad. But by the look on his face, I could tell he was madder.

"Your suitcases are on your bed." He sounded really mad.

I ran upstairs and walked into my room. My room was on the right, Carter's room was on the left down the hall. I threw my bag onto my bed, which landed right next to my new suitcases. I heard Carter's little shoes running across the wooden hallway floor. I turned around and saw my little brother. He had brown straight hair, just like mine, and brown eyes, just like mine. He was three feet high. I know he was my little brother, but he really was adorable.

"Well?" he asked. He sounded hopeful, like there was a chance he was going to be able to spend the summer with his older sister. I bent down to his level and open my arms. He knew it wasn't a good sign so he got really sad.

"Aww come here buddy." I said as he ran into my arms. I picked him up and felt his little legs wrap around my waist and his little arms around my neck.

"I don't want you to go away all summer long!" he cried. "I'll miss you too much!" I hated seeing him sad, it made me sad, but I had to be strong for him.

"It's alright, you can call me every day, okay buddy?" I felt him nod. "Okay, good!"

I put him down and he let go of me. I saw tears running down his cheeks. "Hey! No more tears!" I smiled as I wiped tears off his cheeks and chin. He smiled and nodded. "Okay, go play now."

"Can you play with me?" he asked.

I smiled and nodded. "Of course bubby." He got a huge smile on his face and we walked into his room.