Tracy arose from her bed the very next day, her mother laid loosely over the bed sheets next to her. She walked into the kitchen trying to remember all the stuff she went through last night and through the past few months. At first it seemed like Evie Zamora was the best thing that ever happened to her. But looking back on everything that had happened she now thought otherwise. If it wasn't for Evie she wouldn't have failed gr.7 and she wouldn't be in such a terrible situation with her family.

Tracy opened the refrigerator door and searched for something to drink…nothing. She pulled a box of corn flakes of the top of the fridge and began to snack on them. She made her way back to her room. Mel was still in bed sleeping soundly, so she went to her closet and pulled out some clothes and decided to change in the washroom. She wore the jeans that her mom had sewed the leopard skin onto and a long sleeved tight black shirt. And after pulling her hair back into a ponytail she picked up her purse and left the house.

After finding out that she had failed gr.7 she and her mother decided that it would be best if Tracy went to summer school so she would be able to go to grade 8 with the rest of her class.

She got onto the bus and stared out the window at the houses that passed by and thought….

'My life is ruined…I can't believe things got this far. Evie was so nice to me how could she do this.'

Without expecting it a tear escaped her eye and she quickly wiped it away. She tried not to think about it for the rest of the ride. The school she was taking summer school in was not far from her own school. The only difference was that there would be people from all different schools coming there to.

After arriving at her stop she climbed off the bus and looked at the huge school that stood before her. It wasn't as clean as the school she went to… There was ton's of Graffiti spray painted on the sides of the building and the plants in front looked like they hadn't been watered for ages. She walked up the stone steps into the building. And the inside was just as worse as the outside. The floors were muddy and the lockers were banged up and also were covered in Graffiti. Her first class was in room 235 so she started to walk in that direction. There was many other people some older then herself and some younger, but no one she recognized until…

'OMG! There's no way!'

Right across the hall stood the one person she hoped she'd never have to see again. And yet she was here. At summer school? Had she failed grade 7 too? Is she going to talk to me? Will she ignore me? These were some of the many questions that raced through Tracy's head at this moment. For right across the hall as glamorous as ever stood none other then Evie Zamora. And after a few seconds had passed Evie moved on and all Tracy could think was 'shit'.

Many minutes passed before Tracy decided she should get to class. So again she started to walk. She made it there just before the bell rang signaling that class was starting.