58. Hoot
Late Summer of 2078

It was after midnight but sleep has abandoned her eyes for days now. Ever since her seventeenth birthday party, Louisa found herself staring at the ceiling in a far off fantasy and a wide, foolish grin on her face. It was exhilarating, the heart thumping, the hazy state in which her mind stayed in, the rush when she heard the name that goes with the face and the piercing blue eyes. Everything was so perfect, so unexpected and so promising.

She rolled over to her side, watching the open window, thinking and plotting. That party sure was such a hoot.