In Need of Title-Elizabeth

Will they remember me?
Thats a stupid question. Of course they will. How could they not? They all hate me. None of them believed me. Tomorrow I'm going back, after 2 years at the other school. I roll over on my stomach and press my forehead into the cool, finished flooring. I close my eyes and try to think about Brian. We have been best friends since kindergarten. He'll be glad to see me, he believed me. But people change.
      I doze on and off but finally  force myself to get up and hastily  jot down  a page long book review that I saved for last minute. I drag myself upstairs to the kitchen and grab an apple. We haven't had dinner together, my dad and me, since he sent me away. He's always at work, not that I care.
      I toss the core in the trash and stomp back down to my room, stopping to look at the picture frame laying on my desk. I pick it up and run my fingers over the rigged glass from when mom threw it at the wall. We were one big family then. Mom, Dad, me, and Sydney. We are all holding hands and standing in the waves of the ocean. My smile is so big, but Sydney's is even bigger. She always had a great smile.
       I was in 5th grade when that picture was taken. Now I'm about to enter 8th. My stomach churns whenever I think about it. I sigh out loud and wrap the picture in an old tee shirt and put it up on the highest shelf in my closet. I slam the closet door and collapse on my bed. I don't even bother to take off my Converse sneakers or even empty the trash like I'm supposed to. Dad won't notice.



(Need suggestions for boy's name!!!)