Birthday Girl
It was her birthday. Well, it had been a year since she had washed ashore. Abbey was lying on her back on the top of her bed still too excited to sleep, wearing skin-tight bottle-green leggings and a matching long-sleeved top. Her best friend, Zoe, had given her a lovely necklace and a funny card pointing out that she was too old for toys but still too young for boys. The special birthday meal out had been fantastic—a really expensive Japanese restaurant—and she’d taken the waiters by surprise by loving all that sushi raw fish stuff. She had always loved seafood, but this was the first time she’d tried raw fish, and it had been heavenly. When Mom told the people at the restaurant that it was her birthday, the chef had made her a special platter with a bit of everything on it
