So I have the song I Hate College (Remix) By Sam Adams, is stuck in my head. [Foreshadowing Foreshadowing Foreshadowing.]

During my first class the teacher hands a letter out to all the that students are seniors, also they were offered to any interested juniors.

Dear Senior,

There is a mandatory college fair on Friday, November 5th in the gymnasium. The fair will start at five p.m. All senior attendance will be expected, juniors are welcome to attend and look around for schools. Schools from about Canada will be there, also many from New York will be there.

Our apologies for the short notice, see you there.

Principal,

Archibald Simpson.

I groan and my U.S. History teacher gives me a look. It still confuses me as for why we are even taking U.S. History when we live in Canada. I don't pay much attention to it and continue to read my textbook and answer the questions we have been assigned. When the bell rings I find Clare at her locker.

"Hey," I smirk at her she smiles turning to face me, bending at her knees a little.

"Hi, I see you got the flyer too," she says sounding a little down. I cock my head and give her a sideways glace, questioningly.

"What's wrong, Clare?" I ask her curiously. She smiles again, but it falters in the slightest, most wouldn't notice but I have taken much time in studying her.

"It just hit me that you are going to be going off to college," she says, sighing a little.

"So are you, in a year," I remind her. She nods her head in agreement still not looking like her happy, bright eyed self. She then does something that surprises me, she smiles hugely.

"Unless," she says, shifting her eyes from side to side mysteriously. Always thought I was the mysterious one, but it was working for her. "What if I graduated this year instead. I already have twenty credit hours out of twenty four that I need."

"I have nineteen, you could defiantly do it, I know you could. Only, are you sure your mom would let you? Also, what about Adam and Alli?" I ask her, trying not to get my hopes up for something that could fall to pieces.

"Well, it would be pointless for me to stay an extra year to only take four credit hours, I think I could convince my mom of that. I know Mr. Simpson would be ok with it. Alli and Adam both have Drew, and Jenna will still be here." she reasons with me.

"It's up to you, if you wanted to try that," I put the situation all I her hand so I was not influencing her decision. "What would you want to go to school for anyway, we haven't really talked about this?"

"Well I want to either be a teacher and work with littler kids like elementary school level, or I want to be a child physiologist." she informs me. I find it ironic that I have it narrowed down to two things also, little does she know there is a school I have been looking into, out of the country. "What about you?" she asks me.

"I want to go into one of two things too, criminal justice or forensic science, like become a crime scene investigator." I tell her leaving out my potential school.

"I should have guessed," she mocks me and my alleged obsession with death. "My boyfriend, also known as 'Death Boy' to a select few, wants to go to school to catch people who murder people." she laughs, at my expense.

"Hey now," I feign hurt. She laughs even harder and I can't help but join in softly. We are walking to chemistry together when we have just barely stepped into the door way the bell rings, I sigh a sigh of relief. We take our seats and class begins. The entire day drags on and I meet back up with Clare at our lockers when its finally over.

"I talked to Mr. Simpson," she says smiling, which is rarely a bad sign for anything. I look at her in anticipation. "He said that he was surprised I hadn't asked any sooner." she say excitedly. I actually smile in response.

"Now your mom is left," I say toning the mood down a little. And frowns a little, then her face turns to a thinking like face.

"Will you drop me off there so I don't have to take the bus home?" she asks me, I nod obviously and we head out toward my hearse. The whole drive home she talks about how she will explain things to her mom. I drop her off and go home. When I get in I go to my computer and type in the Hilbert College web address. I go to the "Academics" tab and find the selection "Programs and Majors" they have both of the things I want to go to school for. When my phone rings, I jump before I answer it.

"Hello," I answer.

"She said as long as I an=m not just doing it for you and I actually want to get my life on an early track to success," she tells me, making me excited.

"That's great," I say, I start wondering to myself whether or not I should tell her where I have been looking or not yet.

"So did you want to come over and hang out until the fair?" she asks me. I had almost forgotten about the fair.

"Is your mom home?" I ask just in case, I don't need this getting any worse with her mother. She is still giving me weird angry like looks whenever I see her.

"Yeah, she'll be home until five thirty, so we're fine to be here." before she has hardly had enough time to finish her sentence I am already in Morty, and ready to go.

"I'll be there in like two minutes." I say hanging up the phone. I go to her house and we hang out there in her living room, where her mom can see us. At quarter to five we leave her house for the school. We are of the first few people to be there so signing in was rather easy. We only stay there for a little while gathering papers from a few schools and we each filled out post card like things saying that we would like more information about the school. We leave there and swing by The Dot for dinner. While we are at The Dot we look through applications. We grabbed some of the same schools and some different ones.

"What school is that for I don't remember seeing those?" she asks me as I start filling out the paper application I printed out at home for Hilbert.

"That's because they weren't there," I say like I am admitting to murder. She looks at me, confused. "I printed it up at home, its for a school in New York, my cousin is a freshman there and she really likes it." I explain to her.

"New York," she says swallowing some of her soup. She looks upset.

"Yeah, they have both the programs I want to look into, it's a small campus with, according to her, great dorms." I keep going, I feel excited just talking about it.

"Oh, what else do they offer?" she asks me, still sounding a little saddened by my news and obvious excitement for the school. I explain to her that I don't know much other than that they offer was I want to go for and she says she wants to look at the site, just to check it out. I tell her that she should, and we leave after we have each filled out three. When we get to her house her mom isn't home so she pecks me softly on the cheek and gets out of Morty, she watches me drive away before going in.

So I wrote this last night and it is not edited so sorry if it's messy. :/

Should Clare graduate eary or no?