JACKSON I waited, practically holding my breath to see if Raymond really would send me a picture. I burst out laughing when I opened the message with the image attached. That dork sent me a picture of his wrist, showing me the tan-line where his watch normally was. All I could do was smile like an i***t. True enough, he had quite an impressive tan compared to his usual milky white complexion. Five more weeks before he would be back. Which meant I only had four more weeks to study for my entrance exam. I had been ready to toss the books in the trash bin last night. After sitting in the rest stop all afternoon, thinking about my life, thinking about my mother, thinking about Katie... I knew I had to do something, or I would be trapped in this dumpster-fire of a life forever.