Lisa stayed up late at night. She was chatting to some anonymous people over the internet. She was having fun with them. It was a virtual meeting room. Two boys were smoking some kind of weed and after getting high, they were going bonkers, using slang, abusing each other. They were regarding their cheap banters some highest form of art but in actual it was nothing more than blabbering of drunken people.
"How are you enjoying us, Lisa?" one of them directly asked when he realized that he was being watched by a minor. Lisa told them their actual name. She was stupid enough to be born in a conflictual family but she crossed the heights by telling them her actual names. Indeed she was a little girl with a big brain to be distracted from the entire trauma.
She laughed wholeheartedly. Indeed she enjoyed everything they had done to entertain her. Nobody had made her laugh like this.
"Yeah, you guys were just fine," she said mockingly. She did not want to sound overwhelmed with excitement. It happened to her before when she showed herself to be overflown in her moment of excitement; people would have considered her a common, odd little girl who just does not fit into their circle.
"We hoped that you have liked us pretty much, did not you enjoy us being high." They were treating her so delicately. Lisa smiled as they asked for a little credit.
"Can you show us that dance move that we did? I bet you cannot flip over your whole." One of them challenged her. She was trapped in the game but she said: No they were doing nothing
"I do not know, drugs are so overrated, and people think that they look smart while bringing off no sense."
All of them were in awe; they were showing a fit of mock anger. All of them were beating their head over the table. They all seemed so wrenched and heat broken. And were looking directly into the camera. Lisa felt sorry for them. She also felt sorry for herself as she broke their heart. She said:
"Come on guys, I am just kidding, you guys are best." Lisa tried to sound excited but those boys, some of them were crossing their teenage some were even elder than them, they just signed off. She tried to reconnect but nobody was picking up her call. Lisa suddenly felt so bad about herself. She wanted to bang her head in the wall. Why could not she just say these people were best and she wanted to hang out with them once she would get 13. But she said that they were just fine. Why could not she please them? She felt like puking even she had not eaten anything whole. She was absorbed in such thoughts when James got in. she knew how to channel her anger. She yelled at him;
"What! James what? What do you want from me now? There nothing here of your interest." She intimidated James
James stood there without saying a word. He remained there watching her sister crying for some reason. James was poor at communication. He always had struggled to talk to this girl, who did not get anyone except him but she was oblivious of the fact that James could be a potential friend or partner. She just always fancied elder boys who gave her special attention considering her a young, growing girl.
"I-i-i- just wanted to know if you still want to watch movies over pizza?" he said reluctantly to the weeping girl. Lisa did not reply. James came nearer and sat over her sofa. He watched at some other point in the room. Lisa managed to pull herself together.
"Is mom home yet?" she said while sobbing.
"No," James told her briefly
"Why? There would be New Year's eve soon, she should be home. I do not want to start New Year in the same shitty way as I always have been." The little girl was still hopeful. She did not want to let go of the feeling of betterment.
"Mom is never here, not even when I was in the hospital, wounded and broken," James added slowly. He was feeling the pain of the hospital. He was also aware of the pain Inflicted by the insensitivity of his people. Lisa went on crying and James kept on sitting around her.