St. Patrick's Day came quick for the citizens of Danville, and for Isabella Garcia-Shapario it was one of her least favorite holidays.
Today, 10 years ago, had been the day her father hadn't come home from work that night, or the next.
Today had been the day she watched her father's car get pulled out of a ditch over the news.
"Stupid drunks." She muttered to herself as she walked up to the Flynn-Fletcher's backyard gate in a gloomy mood on a sunny Saturday morning.
She took a deep breath, and put a smile on her face, but immediately dropped it, and sighed.
"I can't just go around pretending to be happy all day." She said to herself.
She contemplated turning around, and going back home, until she heard the two boys in the backyard laugh their clear, happy exclamations of joy which made a small smile spread across her pink lips, even though she had no idea what they had been laughing about.
Isabella took a deep breath, and pushed open the wooden gate, and walked into the huge Flynn-Fletcher backyard feeling a little more like her old self.
Their laughs could cheer anybody up.
"Hey boys!" The 16 year-old exclaimed cheerily.
"Whatcha dooin'?"