Blake's POV
A couple of weeks later...
"I'm nervous," I say as I rock back and forth on my toes.
"You have nothing to be nervous about," Noah says as he wraps his arms around me in a hug. "You've worked so hard for this. Just open it." Noah says.
"I can't I'm too nervous." I sigh.
"You have nothing to be nervous about," Noah says.
"Yes, I do. This envelope either contains tickets to graduation or it has a letter saying I failed and have to repeat this year." I tell him holding the envelope up for him to see.
"You are going to graduate," Noah says certain that he is right.
"But what if I'm not. I missed a lot of schools. I'm not the brightest student. My teachers don't even like me. What if I'm not? What if my stepfather did something? What if I failed f
