Eri sat at the old wooden table of her dingy appartment. A mix of money and effort that Eri could not afford to invest in her own life.

That morning she had spent the money to buy high quality printer ink and print out birthday invitations to put inside of every locker in her grade. desperate to appeal to someone, anyone, who might want to enjoy her special day with her.

You had shown up, She stood up with her hands trembling and opened the door

Are you here to laugh at me too?