The light ripped through the sky and then vanished. Lilly was dead sure she saw a UFO and was damned well sure aliens came to make contact with a human being.
Maybe they’d choose her. Maybe she’d get to see inside their ship. Maybe she’d shake hands with the president and win the lottery! Why would they choose her, of all people? Carlos chose Jessie over her. Mr. Scottfield chose Alex over her. Hell, even the kids and the dog chose Mark over her, too. She forgot how many billion people lived on Earth, but they beat her at everything.
“Fine! Go pick someone else!”
She ripped her gown and kicked the potted daisies off the porch. It shattered into a clump of porcelain, dirt, and fallen flowers.