Is this actually happening? Please don't tell me this is really happening. Did summer just disappeared? We went to the school library, researching a ton of books about summer. There was nothing that said summer or made a reference about summer. Ted even asked the librarian and she was confused. "Summer? What's summer?" the librarian asked. Ted sighed and said, "Forget it." He walks back to the group and looks at us with a defeated look on his face, plopped his body on the chair. Jack looked at the last book and sighs. He looks at us and shook his head slowly as we all groaned. The library shushed at us. We all looked at the librarian and back to each other. "How is this possible?" asked Bill, "summer didn't just leave out of nowhere." "It's been in our system for a long time," said Ted, "it's the most excellent time me and Bill head to the beach and surf with the waves." "You dudes actually surf?" I asked. Bill and Ted nods his head as they explained their story about the time they went surfing at Santa Monica. I didn't know they could surf. I thought they were just two time travelling slackers from San Dimas who's just interested in the Wyld Stallyns more than anything else but surfing? Now that's something you don't hear every day. "Look, I don't mind that you two are telling the story," Jack interrupted, "but we need to find out what happened to summer. Why doesn't summer exist?" "Jack is right," I said, "We need to find out why summer just mysteriously disappeared out of thin air." Bill and Ted nod their heads as we all got out of our seats and leave the library. Once we stepped out, we looked around, noticing the day just gloomier and plain depressing. No one was smiling, laughing, nor even chatting about their day. Heck, even the bullies are too depressed to beat up a dweeb. "Are we the only ones that are actually feeling alright?" asked Ted. We looked at each other to see we were fine. Nothing changed from the four of us, except the feeling summer is lost and nowhere to be found. We stood for a while until the bell rang. We all left our separate ways to our 5th period class. I sat with my head hitting the glass window next to me. I looked out the window to see everything was gray and dull. Something was definitely not right. I saw the teacher passing out a paper as he placed one in my desk. I looked at the paper and to my surprise, it was a test. I looked back at the teacher and saw he was depressed as well. It's like someone everyone knew just died last week and no one moved on. I look back at the paper and pulled out my phone, making sure no one sees me with it because, after all, I am in the 1980s and advanced cell phones have not been invented yet. I turned on my phone and noticed I received a text from Jack. I looked at the message and read, "dude! This is messed up. We're on the last week of school and we have to take a test? If you know the last week of summer, then you know we don't take tests." I agreed with Jack. Something has changed quickly. I respond to Jack's text, "I know. I have to take a test too. Did Principal Ryan change something to the school?" I hit the send button as the message was sent. I looked at the time to see it was 12:50. 30 minutes have passed by until the bell then rang. Students grab their stuff and begin to leave the room. I grabbed my binder and my sketchbook and left the room, hearing the teacher like he's really tired, "have a terrible day." Well, that was not something you hear every day. I jogged to meet Bill, Ted and Jack to my locker, which was not too far. I didn't see them anywhere once I reached to my locker. I opened my locker as I greeted with a "hey!" I saw Jack, Bill and Ted jogging towards me. I looked at them and asked, "how was your 5th period?" Bill and Ted immediately blurted out what happened, which I forgot they don't have the same 5th period. "YO!" Jack yelled, making Bill and Ted shut up, "One at a time dudes." Bill decided to start first. He explained that he had a big project that is not due until tomorrow and his project can only take up 3 days or a week. "How is this possible?" I asked. "I don't know ask Mr. Sanchez," answered Bill. "Ms. Pearl gave me a month load of math homework and she wants it tomorrow," said Ted. We all looked at Ted with shock. He reached into his red JanSport backpack, open the backpack, pulls out a paper and hands it to me. I grabbed the paper as Jack and Bill looked over my shoulder to read what's on the paper. Our jaw immediately dropped as we read the list of math homework Ms. Pearl gave Ted. We looked at Ted, seeing he was not even kidding. I gave the paper back to Ted. I couldn't believe it. "All of that is due tomorrow?" asked Jack. Ted nods his head as he puts away the paper and closes his backpack. I shook my head, trying to figure out what the hell is going on? I quickly opened my locker to put away unimportant stuff from all of my classes and close the locker, lock it and walk with Bill, Ted and Jack to Mr. Ryan's class, our final period. It's a good thing Principal Ryan is still our History teacher because we need answers about the missing break of summer. We head inside the class only to find all of the students are immediately grey. They were really gloomy. "I feel like we're in a club that is for emos," said Ted. I smacked the back of Ted's head and said, "are you an idiot? You don't know that there are students in this class may be emo but don't make fun of them ok?" Ted looked at me with a painful look on his face while he rubbed the back of his head. We all headed to our seats. Luckily our seats were all the way in the back of the classroom. We sat down and looked at each other, feeling the cold, empty environment that surrounds the environment. Once Mr. Ryan entered the classroom, the late bell rang. We noticed the way he walks to his desk was slow. In fact, everyone was walking slow today. I looked at Ted, noticed he was drawing in his notebook. I looked at what he is drawing, only to see him drawing the happy moment of the four us in the beach. His style of drawing was manga-cartoon type. It looked good. I opened my sketchbook to a blank page but landed on a drawing that caught my attention.  I looked at it for a second, thinking of the message behind it. I flipped the page and think of what to draw. Surprisingly, I couldn't think of one. My mind went full on dark and negative. That's not right. I close my book and I look away for a moment, trying to get my head clear. Jack looked at me, noticed I feel strange. Even Bill and Ted saw something was wrong with me. We didn't pay attention to what Mr. Ryan is saying until he called Ted. We all looked up at the Mr. Ryan, feeling scared he may give us a pop quiz if we don't pay attention. Mr. Ryan looked at us and asked, "Ted. Would you please stand up?" Ted looked at us, then looks back at Mr. Ryan as he slowly stands up, feeling nervous and gulps nervously. The entire dead class looks at Ted as Mr. Ryan asked, "Alright Ted. If you answer this correctly, I will give your father a good note. If not, well you already know." Ted begins to breathe heavily as he nods his head slowly. I just realized that Ted has anxiety and now that I thought about it, I'm scared for him. I remember he told us stories about his anxiety attacks from the past, especially when his father gets around him. It's not healthy. I looked at Bill, who was sitting next to Jack and gave him a worried look. Bill gave me the exact same look as well. I looked back up at Ted and slowly grab his hand, holding it slowly to let him know he can do it. "Breathe," I whispered. I felt his hand closing on my hand slowly while he looks at Mr. Ryan. Mr. Ryan looks at Ted and asked, "Name one of Sigmund Freud's case." Ted gasped softly, trying not to have an anxiety as he tightened his hand with mine. Bill whispers at Ted, "remember our history oral report." Ted looks at Bill, wishing he could remember but all Ted can do is just try not to have an anxiety attack. Ted looks back at Mr. Ryan and gulps as he said, "Oedipal complex?" Mr. Ryan gave a smile at Ted and said, "Good job Ted. I guess you were attention after all." Ted let out a huge sigh and immediately runs out the door, letting my hand go. Me, Bill and Jack got out of our seats and run after Ted. We entered the hallway and follow the sounds of sniffles, which led us to the boy's bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and asked, "Ted?" "I'm fine," he said. Bill and Jack entered the restroom, leaving me out of it. I sighed angrily but decided to just enter. I may regret it but screw it. I don't care. We looked at Ted washing his face to clear any tears falling and to relieve his anxiety attack. "You did it Ted," said Jack, "you at least answered the right question. Now your dad won't get mad at you." Ted looks at Jack, then me and Bill with a small smile on his face. He wipes his face with his shirt and looks at us. "I guess I did huh?" asked Ted. We all smiled and gave Ted a group hug, even though we ignored the fact there's a girl in the boys restroom. We all went back to the classroom, trying to decide whether to ask Mr. Ryan about Summer or find out on our own. Once the hour hand struck 2 pm, the school bell rang and everyone left the class, heading home. We were the last four to leave but before exiting the room, I asked, "Mr. Ryan? We were wondering if we can ask you a question." Mr. Ryan nods his head while packing the papers in his suitcase. "Well," said Jack, "we wanted to know why you pulled summer break out of the calendar." Mr. Ryan looked at us in confusion and asked, "Summer?" "Yeah," said Ted. "Summer break is our vacation from school and this is the last week of school before we go on vacation," said Bill. Mr. Ryan raised an eyebrow and said, "listen, I don't know what you four are talking about but the next vacation doesn't happen until November. There are no breaks here in June. It is just a normal day until we reach November for Thanksgiving break. And mind if I ask, what is Summer? Are you looking for a student name Summer because if you want, head to the attendance office and they can help you out." We looked at each other with shock. Even Mr. Ryan doesn't know what summer is. We all decided to leave the class and head to Jack's car. We were miserable. We couldn't believe Summer does not exist, even if we ask the entire school, they won't know what the heck is summer? "This is most heinous dudes," said Ted. We all nod our heads in agreement. This day was truly most heinous. As we enter Jack's car, he turns on the ignition and I turn on the radio to only realize no excellent music was playing. It was pure talk shows. We all sighed angrily and just turn off the radio and hit the road back home.