Today's Blake clearly no longer wanted any shared future with me.
Thinking of this, I tossed the torn admission slip into the trash bin and knocked on the homeroom teacher's office door.
"Teacher, about the guaranteed admission to Stanford... I've made up my mind. Stanford suits me better than Yale."
My teacher beamed. "Good. You should never have given it up. The physics lab at Stanford will let you shine."
When I got home, my parents were relieved to hear I didn't need to take the exam after all.
They had always worried when I insisted on giving up the secure Stanford recommendation for Blake's sake. Now, at least, things turned out the way they had hoped.
We had barely finished dinner when a frantic knocking sounded at the door.
When we opened it, standing there were Blake's parents—both pale with worry.
"Melissa, do you know where Blake went? He only sent us one message, then stopped answering our calls. The exam is tomorrow! Where could that child have gone?"
My mom turned to me too. "Melissa, you two are usually together..."
"Auntie, I don't know." I cut my mother off and looked directly at Blake's mother as I answered.
"Melissa... then do you know where he normally goes?"