As she walked out to the car, she already missed him and their friendship. She had really screwed up this time. By letting her emotions get away from her, she had lost him completely.
When she pulled up in the driveway at her house, Mallory's car was there. But Jocelyn went straight up to her room, not in the mood to hear her sister gloat. In her room, she took off her shoes and laid down on the bed, wishing that the world could just fade away and leave her in peace.
At moments like this, she missed her mother more than ever. That, and around the holidays. Her mother had always made the holidays special. This Christmas, the only thing that Jocelyn had to look forward to was going to the Children's Home. But now, she would take one night to cry and get it out of her system. Then she would force herself to make the most of the holidays. After all, Christmas was just a few days away.
Knock, knock, knock.
Jocelyn sighed, but didn't say anything.