The Watcher

I felt like the school year would never end. I always had people telling me to make better grades and wanting me to try out for academic teams, but really, I only wanted to pass so I could have the best summer of my life. This summer, I would turn sixteen, and my family was planning on throwing me the best sixteenth birthday party ever. They told me all of my friends could come, and it didn't matter if they didn't like them or not. They also told me I had a very large budget, which meant my friends and I could choose anything. I had no idea why they were treating me like the best thing ever, because I always got into some kind of trouble at school. Whether it was for skipping a class, or taking pictures on campus (while I was skipping a class) and posting them on Facebook, or even bad-mouthing a teacher.

The worst thing I had probably ever done was skip class and go to some loser party that had eventually turned into a drug hotspot. They had no proof I was involved (and I wasn't by the way), but they still grounded me for a month for skipping school and going to an unsupervised party that got way out of hand.

Now that I look back on it, I was very stupid in the years 13-15. I can't deny it, because if I did, guilt would take me over and force me to confess any other immature, stupid thing I had done that none of my friends or family knew about.

But since the summer had welcomed itself into my life, I was wishing the school year had never ended.