The smell of chocolate, cinnamon, and sugar danced around the house. One more year has passed by without me really acknowledging it. I saw as my brother gave his girlfriend a gift and hugged her. My other brother was in L.A with girlfriend, my cousin with his, my aunt with her boyfriend. And my most favorite cousins gone, snatched from me by a cruel fate.

I stood up from behind the Christmas tree, out of the isolated corner that I had created for myself. I walked out of the living room with a disgusted expression on my face, aware of what everyone was thinking and their glares. Yet I didn't care, not anymore, everything had changed. No, not everything, everyone.

My room is a dreaded place I didn't like it but seeing all the "love" out there sickened me. With the door locked, I take off my shoes and lay on the bed. I wanted more than anything to go back to the days that I was with everyone. When I was loved by them; now I'm forgotten. They know I'm there, but refuse to see me.

Everyone is growing, living their lives and enjoying it. Everyone is growing, but me. 17 years and I don't want to grow up. I still enjoy playing with the little kids on the street or wrestling them down. Even though they are nine years younger than me, I feel like one of them.

I feel like everyone is moving and leaving me behind. One by one they all have moved away from me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, then sighed. Why does everyone try to avoid me? They don't talk to me very much and every time I touch them, they recoil.

A knock on the door interrupted my thoughts making me jump. I wasn't in any mood for company so I decided not to answer. However, the person on the other side did not have the same plan because there was another knock making my blood to start to boil.

"Go away! I won't open." Another knock mocked my words. I stoop up in anger. Didn't people know what "go away" meant? "I said go away!" A last knock send me zooming towards the door with a pillow in my hand ready for attack. I opened the door and there the pillow at whom I assumed was a boy standing there looking bemused.

I had never seen this person before so why was he knocking at my door? I was more than fairly certain that he had mistaken the rooms. "What do you want? Just an FYI the jerks room is one over." I was in no mood, as you can tell, to be playing guess who.

He held up the pillow that I had thrown at his face. I snatched it away from him and threw it over my shoulder to the room not even wincing as I heard a crash. "Well? Are you gonna tell me what you want or can you not talk?"

He looked over my shoulder at my room and grinned. I readjusted my position to block his view. "Can I come in?" I shook my head retreating into the room to close the door. He stopped the door making it swing open a little. "C'mon. I promise that it won't take long and not to break anything. Wait, too late for that."

I stopped myself from screaming jerk at his face. "Won't take long right?" I stepped away and swung the door wide open. "Come in," I said with a sigh.

He walked in and I leaned against the wall before deciding that it better matters to sit down and listen to whatever he had to say. However, I didn't close the door because it was suicidal to enter a closed room with a stranger. Despite the fact that I had obviously never seen him, he acted as if we were the best of friends. I sat on a chair and crossed my legs. "Well…"I prompted, "what do you have to say?"

He turned away, "I have to say that you shouldn't cross your leg like that. Your skirt goes up and I can see your panties." I could see half a smirk against his palm. I got up and walked to the door.

"That's all? You just came here to bother me? And just who the hell do you think you are?" I opened the door to make him leave but on the last minute, I exited myself. I walked out, through the living room and out the front door. I didn't even bother to get a jacket.

I lost both my parents in a fire that took our house too. My brothers and I live with our grandma for now. I'm planning on getting out as soon as I can support myself. This house is full of too many sad memories. Besides my brothers will leave soon.

They have forgotten about me, Tori Lisnett, their sister.