It’s the last week of summer before senior year. Technically, you know that it’s a week like any other. Seven days, one hundred and sixty-eight hours, 10080 minutes, and a shit ton of seconds. But if it really was like any other week, there’d be no point in lying awake in bed at 3 AM. And here you are. Staring at the ceiling of your room, counting the remaining glow-in-the-dark stars you stuck up there ten years ago that faded and burned out far faster than any real ones. You’ve never seen any of them fall; they just vanish one day and after that you kind of end up forgot about them. And, mentally whispering, you realize that after this year, the same will happen with your friends. You close your eyes. One day, you’ll wake up in another building, first in a dorm, then an apartment, and someday a home of your own, and …show more content…
Or something. Shit, you don’t know. You’re like seventeen. And it’s summer still, so that means you have just a little more time to fuck around before responsibility and doubt and the anguish of impending adulthood manages to hunt you down again. You sit up and throw on some clothes that make you vaguely presentable to the outside world. Then, you grab your phone, and it’s bright screen illuminates your room, briefly outshining the plastic stars. “Let’s go to the lake at 3 AM, Park said. It’ll be fun, Park said. I’m a dumbass, Park said.” That’s one of your best friends, Metts, speaking. Metts is kind of a dick. But hey, who isn’t? That’s probably a bad justification. However, you did coerce three other people to begrudgingly trudge through thickly wooded and damp terrain on a morning where you couldn’t see your breath only because it was too dark, so you kind of deserve it. “Yeah, I really don’t know why any of us agreed to come. But hey, at least we’re all here together.” There’s Fisher. Fisher’s chill. “Wait, Park, are you going to murder us? I mean, if you were going to do it, right now and here is probably the best time and