The holidays were always the loneliest for her. No school, hardly seeing anyone, being cooped up in the house…she was happy, yes, but it was boring. And maddening.
Especially when she considered the alternative to how she was spending New Year’s. Yes, ring in the new year with board games and left-over-from-Christmas sweets when you could be at a party. Of course, though, she would have been at a party, if only she’d been invited. Which she wasn’t. To any party.
She sits on her bed, sighing in the general direction of the ceiling. “Why?” she mumbles, “Why is everyone having fun, and somehow they all forgot about me?”
She knows that’s not entirely true. There was one who remembered her. One that would have her there in a heartbeat if possible. Only problem being that his mother said “No girls.”
Another sigh. Another firework explodes outside. Another laugh from her baby brother.
Goodbye 2oo8, hello 2oo9.