Disclaimer: How I wish the boys were mine. But no, they belong to someone else.

As always thanks to my unknown beta who now has a name Heinz-Lee for doing all the beta work.

I'm alone at home while my brothers have gone out for a night of fun. I'm going to bed early to sleep away the night, since I'm not in the mood to do what I usually do when I think no one is looking. Yep, you guessed it: I look up at my beloved stars in the sky.

Tonight, however, I'm alone while everyone has gone out with my Father and Grandmother. I am grounded for something I haven't done. I put my phone on charge and climb into bed, hoping that someone, anyone will call. I don't notice that I fall asleep.

When I wake up again, it is seven o'clock. I wait until eleven o'clock before realizing that my so-called friends aren't coming to say hi or get me out of the house.

"What's another night to me, when I spend every day on my own at school?" I think as I stare at my bedside clock.

I'm just lying in my bed, thinking of what happened today. I got into trouble for something I didn't even do. I sigh as I look at the clock again.

I get out of my bed to make some hot chocolate, burning myself in the process. I walk back to my room and decide to look out the window, while I drink my hot chocolate. I hate the way I feel, like everything is unfair. My family just left me here without a second thought.

"I should have said something. I should have opened my mouth and told dad that the school was lying. I wasn't the one who jammed the classroom door. I sat at my desk doing what the teacher asked us to do. I told the other kids not to cause trouble. After our teacher opened the door with another teacher's help, I was blamed for everything, although I still sat by my desk."

I bang my head against the window frame in an extreme fit of anger. "What the hell is wrong with me? I don't fit in with anybody. How did this happen to me?"

I lift my head and whisper to no one in particular, "I'm just a kid. My life is a nightmare."

I walk to my bedside table and place the now empty cup on it. I feel so alone, like no one cares about me or wants to care about me.

Then I climb back into bed and think about my brothers having fun without me. I wonder if they are thinking of me. I turn my face to the wall and closed my eyes to try to fall asleep again. There is no use in thinking about what if or why not. I give a tired sigh and think, "Tonight no one cares about me. Tonight I'm all alone without anyone here to listen to me."

Just as I drift off, I think I hear my family returning. I feel a tear making its way down my cheek. My loneliness finally wins and boils over. I hide my face in the covers and cry myself to sleep.