It's in the middle of July, and it's now my 17th birthday. I'll be starting my senior year of high school in a few months, and have many plans for the rest of summer vacation, and for when I graduate at the end of the coming school year. I have the honor of being able to either take half days and work, or goof off on electives for half the day throughout the school year. Mom insists I just enjoy my youth for one more year. I have the rest of my life to work. So I might as well kick back, relax, and enjoy my life for a year. I plan on going to college anyway, so I won't be working right away. But I see the wisdom in her advice. It's true I won't always be a teenager with able to hang out with my friends. I am admittedly a very cute young guy. A little small for my age, and with a baby face, and big brown eyes and really dark hair. I'm this confident about how I look, for i have an identical twin brother. I see myself every day, and we are definitely the best of friends. We know eachother so well, we can practically finish our sentences for eachother. Kinda stereotypical, I know.
As for today, I have plans with my brother, our mutual best friend, and my girlfriend. We're packing up, and going to be making the two hour drive to the beach for the weekend. It's going to be great. Or at least, it was, until my brother walks into the house in a daze, carrying the dreaded red envelope which will irrevocably change our plans.