His view.

The last place I really wanted to spend my summer was at some stupid ass conference with a bunch of snobby white collared kids... but it's not like anybody really cares what I want. This was my parents way of getting me out of their hair for a few weeks. I still don't know how I got accepted into the program anyway. It's supposed to some future rich scholar losers of America kinda thing. It's gonna be torture. I already had plans. They consisted of spending the entire summer hanging out with my best friend Trey and trying to get Madison Caldwell to realize that I was the guy of her dreams. Not so much now. I'm throwing all the new crap that my mom bought inside a suitcase when I hear a knock at my door.
"Go away. I died." The door opens and my best friend since 3rd grade walks in the door with a smirk on his face. Trey is 16 like me and we've been buddies since I shared my Naruto book with him. He's tall, slender and black. Most of my friends are black and people think that;s weird since I'm white. Well, I'm european... but whatever.
"You look pretty alive to me, man." Travis catches sight of the suits and his eyebrows raise in response.
"There's some idiotic dress code for most of the days." I hated wearing suits and ties.
"That sucks. So when you leaving?"
"Tomorrow morning." My parents wanted to get to DC a day early. It's their way of getting rid of me earlier.
"Damn. Isn't it like 3 weeks long? I guess you're gonna have to forget about Madison then." Madison just broke up with her boyfriend last week and everyone knew that she didn't stay single for long. My life sucked. Travis quickly tried changing the subject when he noticed my expression.

"Don't sweat it man, there'll probably be a lot of girls up in DC." He was right but the last thing I wanted was some creepy, stalker girl with glasses and braces. Everyone knew smart girls were never as pretty as the dumb ones. Don't get me wrong, smart girls are hot... but dumb girls are smokin'.