Lizzie was back after spending three days at her grandma's house in Toronto.
During lunchtime, while I was sitting with Chris, Lizzie came approached us and invited us for her birthday party she was throwing on the 28th December, the following Friday. I didn't respond so Chris told her, "We'll think about it."
"Ok. See you around," she said, smiling widely at Chris.
"Are you going?" I asked Chris when she walked away.
"I'll go if YOU go. What are you going to do?"
"Of course not. Did you even have to ask that?"
"I'm sorry," he apologized when he saw my anger.
He went up to Lizzie to tell her something. When he came back he told me, "I told her we're not going."
"Right" I said. "She's going to be 16 now," I added.
"That reminds me. How old are you and when's your birthday?"
"I'm 16 years old and my birthday is on the 29th March."
"I'm 16 too and my birthday is on the 10th February."
"Hmm. Not much older than me," I said smiling, feeling better.
"So, what are you going to do tonight?" he asked.
"Not sure. Maybe I'll watch a movie with my brother at home."
"Do you want to go out with me tonight…on a date?"
"I'd love to," I said smiling.
"Great, I'll pick you up at 5 o' clock. Remember I can't stay for a long time." I almost forgot that.
On my way home from school I started thinking about the first birthday party I attended that Lizzie threw. We had a lot of fun. Everything has changed that year; no Halloween party, no Christmas party and no birthday party. Although we still talked, I could never forget what happened.
When I arrived home I took out the pictures we took during that first birthday party.
While I was looking at the pictures I shed some tears, remembering how happy we were that day. I went to take a shower, dress up and do my make up. Once I finished I took one last look at my reflection in the mirror and stepped out of the house. At 5 o' clock sharp Chris was in front of my house. He opened the passenger door for me and I got in. He started the engine and drove away.