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*Now*

I roll over and squint my eyes against the bright sunlight that's coming in through the curtains.

If Kwan makes as much as I think he does, he could at least afford some decent curtains.

With a groan, I roll away from the window and face the back of the couch again.

But it's no use. Now that I've seen sunlight, I'll never be able to get back to sleep.

I check my cell phone.

It's eleven forty five. Considering that I have a pounding headache from being hung over, eleven forty five isn't too late.

It isn't the latest I've slept after a drunken night.

On my cell phone, it also tells me that I've missed four calls, six text messages and two voicemails.

I look at the text messages first.

My fathers number: Where are you?

Another one from my father: come home.

My mom: Danny, your fathers sorry. Please come home. We love you so much.

My father: Your mother is very worried about you. Come home NOW.

One from Jazz: Are we still on for lunch tomorrow? -That was sent at nine thirty last night.

I respond to her text. "Yes. How about we meet at 12:30 instead of 12:00?" My text asks her.

I wait for the message to say sent before I move onto reading the other text message I have.

It's one from Sam.

I blink and hesitantly press the read option.

She says, "Danny. I'm so sorry about everything. I'm on Christmas break and I'm home again. Please don't try and tell me

that you're not home, I've already seen you around town."

I swallow. How have I not seen her yet? Slowly, I continue reading.

"I really miss you, Danny. I'd like it if I could come by your house and see you sometime this week. You don't have to talk a lot, I've just got some things I'd like to tell you." Her text reads. "Would that be ok?"

I gently squeeze the reply button and type two letters: "O..k."

*Then*

"And Dash Baxter, who is attending Utah University in the fall, wrote: 'On graduation day, I will have changed the world, or at least kissed a girl." Mr. Lancer read.

Dash's face was red, and all of our classmates were laughing.

It was no secret that Dash Baxter was the biggest player our school had ever known.

So the fact that he once used to be insecure about girls was absolutely hysterical.

Dash was embarrassed but he was laughing about it so it was cool.

Just last week, he had shoved my head down a toilet "for old times sake".

It wasn't that bad, considering I'd already endured three years of it from him.

Mr. Lancer dug around inside his bucket and extracted another sheet of paper.

"Paulina Sanchez, who is interning at Macy's over the summer, wrote: On graduation day, I will have lost my vir-" Mr. Lancer stopped reading and his face turned red.

Every graduating senior laughed at the start of Paulina's card.

"I um," Mr. Lancer stammered, then shook his head. "By graduation day, I will have lost something I was supposed to treasure. And hopefully it will be to a really hot...guy." Lancer looked sick.

Paulina rolled her eyes and flipped her hair over her shoulder.

A lot of us were still chuckling as he pulled out the next piece of paper.

"Star Hanson, who is taking a year off after high school, wrote: I will re-discover myself." Lancer seemed pleased with her answer, but then got a disgusted look on his face when he continued reading.

On the day we had written these predictions, Star had put a picture of herself wearing a bikini in with her prediction.

But before she sealed her envelope shut, she decided she'd attach a photo of Dash's head where hers should've been.

Copies of that picture made the rounds at school, before Dash put a stop to it by kicking any guys butt that had a hold of the picture.

Of course I'm sure he's the only one who didn't realize that the original is in Star's envelope.

Lancer looked sickened.

"What is the matter with you children?"

Everyone on the lawn snickered.