New Year’s Eve 2012
Age: 16
“Robert!” My loud voice called his attention when I stepped into the function room. It was dimly lit, with only a few disco lights leading the way, already in full-on party mode. Although I knew I could traverse this area with my eyes closed, by now. The decorations never changed from year to year, but the familiarity felt nice, and I knew no expense was spared on the varied fireworks. I could handle the same decorations if that meant the fireworks would get bigger and better.
Robert snapped his head away from his dad when he heard his name. Guilt surged through me because I interrupted their conversation, but neither of them seemed to mind, as smiles covered both of their faces when they spotted me. He excused himself from the conversation and came hurtling
