Yes, I know Summer is written with two m’s, but for some reason when I was writing this story like three years ago, I decided to write it with just one. Or maybe it was a typo the whole time, who knows.
“I swear, Sumer DiMateo: I’ll make sure that you never set a foot inside my school again!”
Sumer rolled her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah.” The teen muttered under her breath.
It was always the same.
You will never be allowed back inside, you are expelled, if I see you around again I will get a restraining order against you.
Always the same.
Sumer got up from the cheap-looking red plastic seat in the office and strolled outside, dragging her backpack after her.
“What’d you do this time, Sumer?” A voice called out.
Sumer spun around and came face-to-face with Parker Rivers.
The Parker Rivers.
Hottest guy in the whole school—at least according to around 95% of the female population.
She stuck her tongue out at him.
“Well, what’d they think you do, then?” he reworded his sentence.
“Apparently, advertising your ‘silly little club’ is against school policy. And apparently, slapping the teacher who tried to make you put down your poster can get you expelled.”
Parker threw his head back and laughed.
Typical Sumer, he thought.
“This is serious, Parker! What about Evanna? If I don’t do this, no one else will.”
Her best friend sighed.
“I know, I know. But I don’t think you need to go to extremes, Sumer.”
Sumer narrowed her eyes at him.
“Parker, our best friend killed herself because of these jerks. Almost twenty people from our school kill themselves each year. There is a need to go to extremes. Actually, there is a need to go beyond extremes! I thought you were on my side!” Sumer cried, throwing her hands up in the air in frustration.
“That’s not fair! I am on your side and you know it! But unlike you, I can’t afford to do that kind of stuff! I can’t get into any school I want to just because of my grades! I need to keep a perfect record, and you know it.”
“So now this is more important than Evanna? More important than those kids who are killing themselves?”
“I never said that.”
“Well, if you really think that Evanna is still important, then you’ll help me with my next… ‘project’.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Oh, you will love it.”
Sumer smiled mischievously and pulled him after her.
All of the sudden, Sumer bumped into some nerdy-looking freshman. She pulled the kid by the backpack and watched him fall flat on his butt.
In Parker’s opinion, she enjoyed it too much.
The teenage boy walked down the hall, trying to act nonchalant, but failing miserably.
Who could blame him, though?
His evil best friend had something planned for today.
Something that, as all of her other plans, was almost as evil as her.
She was going to trash the school.
But this would not be, under any circumstances, considered a ‘normal’ trashing.
Oh, not even close.
His friend was going above and beyond.
She was thinking outside the box.
“Hey, Parker!” some girl called out to him, causing him to flinch in surprise and tried a bit too hard to look innocent.
The girl, Miyanee, shot him a weird look, but he was so nervous he didn’t even notice.
He just kept on walking.
He had a job to do after all.
Calling an assembly is easy when you are one of the most popular guys at school.
Just say the word and all of the students are scrambling to do as you say.
After almost an hour of waiting, all seven hundred and thirty two students and a little over a hundred staff members, were all squeezed inside the auditorium, shoving each other out of the way, trying to find an empty spot to sit in.
Parker approached the stage, climbing up and taking the microphone into his hands with a tight grip.
He tapped it once, twice, three times.
“Hello,” he chuckled nervously, tugging the collar of his shirt, up and down and side to side.
Some people in the audience laughed, and it made him feel bad for them.
They had no idea what was coming.
“Well, this is an assembly, and… uh… we have a guest speaker?” Parker hated the hesitant tone in his voice.
Suddenly, Sumer strode down the stage, looking as though if she didn’t have a care in the world.
She took the microphone with a smile when Parker handed it to her a bit too eagerly.
“Hey, y’all! Well, I’m Sumer, and I have something to say. Martin Griffin, 16. Luna Mathews, 18. Charlie Williams, 15. Daniel Jackson, 17. Maria Gomez, 16. Patrick Haynes, 14. Nick Jones, 16. Theo Klein, 18. Evanna Hanks, 17. Those are all the kids that have committed suicide this school year. And we’re barely going to start the second semester, for crying out loud!”
The principal looked three shades of red.
She stumbled down the aisle and headed towards the stage.
“Sumer DiMateo, get off of there before I call the police!”
Sumer didn’t listen.
It wasn’t like anyone expected her to, anyway.
“You guys, some of these kids were your friends! Don’t act like they don’t matter! Don’t forget them! The school wants to keep you in the dark, don’t fall for it. We have a problem. We need help!”
The principal reached the stage and tugged Sumer to the side, trying to get her to stop talking.
By then, most of the students were already murmuring, hushed conversations filling the auditorium with a light humming sound.
Parker stood to the side, watching.
All was going according to Sumer’s plan.
So she had approximately ten minutes left before the police got here.
Sumer looked at her friend and nodded subtly.
Parker swallowed the lump in his throat before walking off the stage and towards the back.
He managed to sneak backstage without anyone noticing, since everyone was so caught up in the Sumer scene.
Once backstage, he read over the labels on the ropes.
When he found the right one, he fished a pair of scissors from his backpack and pressed them against the rope.
He took a deep breath.
One, he counted in his head.
Well, here goes nothing.
He squeezed his eyes shut and cut the rope.
Parker knew Sumer’s plan had worked out perfectly when he heard all of the students in the auditorium screaming in panic.
His eyes flew open and he rushed back to the stage, where a couple of teachers were restraining Sumer.
Students were all running around as if though they had caught on fire or something equally ridiculous.
Just then, he heard the sirens of the police cars right outside the school.
Well, this is it, he though.
He raised his head high and headed straight for the exit.
Half an hour later, the last view he had of Sumer was some policeman putting her in the back of the cop car.
Students gazed at the posters he and Sumer had printed out—the ones with pictures of the kids who had committed suicide.
The ones they had scattered in the auditorium.
Parker bent down to pick up a stray poster, and found Evanna’s picture smiling back at him.