Will it Bea?

Meet me, Bea.

The summer into my last year of high school, senior year, was the best summer ever. After that however, was sort of a downhill spiral. I am going to explain everything.
Summer is supposed to be filled of fun, adventure, and love. I know that is exactly what mine was. It was for sure a lot of fun because I was surrounded by friends and family. That is just fun with in itself. It was also filled with lots of adventures. My friends and I would go to water parks, festivals, concerts, fairs, and pretty much anything else that we could afford that was relatively close to where we lived. The end of the summer was all about love. I had no time for anything else because love is an adventure that is a lot of fun. You don't always get all three things. I did.
My mom is protective, but not the type that won't let you do anything or dye your hair or something like that. She is just the type that doesn't want you getting hurt. Sometimes she doesn't realize it but she makes decisions that hurt, or might hurt me in the long run. She made one of those decisions for me that year. All of my friends and everyone else I knew got to chose what they wanted. I on the other hand, did not.
It's the whole college thing that was the big issue that summer. That is all my friends and family ever seemed to talk about. I had gotten in to quite a few colleges but I wasn't really set on going to any of the ones that I picked. But I had to choose one, sooner or later.