Juliana was excited. The sun was setting outside, casting an orange glow on the kitchen as she closed the refrigerator, coke in hand. She blew a kiss at the calendar on the door, which had a big black circle on today’s date, the words inside read “Parent’s Night Out.” She went into the living room and grabbed her new Jonas Brother’s CD, which still had some wrapping paper on it with the obnoxious red and yellow “Happy 12th Birthday” pattern stuck on it. She cranked up the radio, sighing at the sound of the boys singing. She danced around the empty house, her long brown hair, pulled back in a pony tail that still went halfway down her back, flicking back and forth. Her pink flower flip-flops clopped in time to the music, and it didn’t take long for her Jonas Brother’s tank top to be covered in sweat. She wiped her brow with her hand, and then wiped that on her white shorts, taking a breather as a slower song came on. She smiled.
“I love being alone!” she shouted to no one.
As the next song ended, in the pause between songs, a creaking noise came from upstairs. She froze, looking at the stair case behind the couch. She reached out and turned the music down, and then slowly made her way to the stairs.