You never got a cake for your birthday due to your neglectful parents and this year is no different.

You wake up, hoping that this is the day they finally remember.

Even though you're disappointed that they don't, you head to school.

You see your enemy there, talking with his friends by his locker.

You open yours which is right next to his and see a boxed cake inside.

It isn't perfect and looks rushed but joy fills you at the fact someone remembered.

Finn snickers, "Who would ever make you a cake?"

You don't miss the flour covering his fingers.