“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Izzy, happy birthday to you”, sang the somewhat drowsy crowd of Isabelle Barker’s birthday party at 24:00 on March 26th 2010. Isabelle was Josie’s older sister, who had now turned 17. Like Josie, she stood with an impecable posture with a megawatt smile on her vaguely Natalie Wood-ish face. Next to her stood her boyfriend, James, and her father, Mr. Barker. Josie envied her immensely, not only because of her never-ending locks of rich brown hair and dazzling smile, but also due to her parents’ irrevocable admiration for everything their first-born did. “From her talent show days at St. Bernard’s to her Northridge acceptance letters, they stood behind her like newborn puppies”, Josie constantly said. I must say, this is one aspect of Josie I really could never understand; I prayed to have a sibling my entire life, and they simply couldn’t appreciate it.
And, at last, it was time for the opening of the presents. The first present was an envelope from the Barkers. As Isabelle opened it she gasped in astonishment, and immediately embraced her father. The envelope contained two plane tickets to Emeraud au Rouge. "Oh daddy, you shouldn't have!", said Isabelle. "Don't worry honey. These tickets were actually the only ones with a discount, as the man at the agency said. He was quite eager that I got tickets for this particular destination, in fact". "Well, thank you dad!". She was ecstatic. Josie, meanwhile, was infuriated. Me? I panicked.
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