I lie back on the grass, fireworks exploding above me, cutting through the ever-black sky in pinks, blues and greens, exploding in to swirls, spirals and stars, and then fading away in a fizz of glitter.
It's so magic, it takes my breath away. I feel the presence of someone next to me. Kristen Gregory drops down next to me. "Hey" she smiles.
I grin back and sit up, leaning against the apple tree behind me. The humid air clings to my bare arms.
"Mass, do you ever get the feeling you're not wanted."
I frown. What the hell? "I guess...What do you mean?"
Kristen sighs, "Alicia and Dylan" I look over to where the Spanish girl and the red-head are, flirting with boys and swigging back bottles of beer. "Oh. Yeah I see."
Kristen sighs, her dark blue eyes travelling upwards. "Wow." She breaths. A Catherine wheel spirals in to the blackness of the sky and explodes in to millions of different colours. I grin at her expression. Then a tiny white snowflake lands on the tip of my nose and I giggle.
"Merry Christmas Kristen"
She grins, "Merry Christmas Mass".