Looking for the Lighthouse

My mom used to tell me that lighthouses were like beacons of hope. We would travel every summer up the east coast to Maine and stop at all the lighthouses we could find. My mom went missing with my dad at the start of my senior year and since then things have gone down hill. I have to find them but I have no idea where to start. It's the summer after my senior year and while I have plans for the future, I still feel lost and without purpose. I guess you could say I need my own lighthouse right about now. Come fall, I'll be a freshman at Brown but until then I have the summer to figure out who I am and how my life got to where it is. But with a new mysterious guy, and two amazing best friends who've planned a summer full of adventure, maybe my chances aren't all that bad.