More Than Confetti

"This was supposed to be such a special summer. I'll be fifteen on the Fourth of July, and my friends already told me they were giving me a real party. Fireworks, and confetti, and everything." One lone tear of self-pity slipped out. "I've tried so hard since we moved from Seattle to be part of the group. Now that the group is getting to like me, I have to go away for the summer. We'd planned to do so many neat things--visit the parks and the science center and that kind of stuff. Now I won...