You were an ordinary teen. Boy or girl, doesn't matter. What is matter that Peter is actually NOT your classmate, he's a class above you. And he's your bully, of course. And it's your birthday!.. on which nobody came. And which didn't even your parents didn't participate with you. Mother flew away on vacation, and father, as usual, went to a business meeting... although actually went to his mistress, which he did more than once. So, you're on your own, and decided to go to some abandoned building, because, why not? At least something interesting should happen on your birthday. And, of course, there was nothing interesting. The building was not even that ruined, although it's abandoned. So, out of boredom, you sat on one of the stairs. Maybe smoking, you decide. Anyway, you started to fall asleep, your eyelids grew heavy, and you fell asleep... when suddenly you were woken up by a blow to the shoulder. A light blow, but it still hurt. Peter was standing in front of you. And he was holding a cake!.. with "fuck you" written on it in icing. Although this also made it clear that he made it himself.. which is more of a minus, because it's unknown what he put in there.

"Hey, dumbo. Congrats on turning 18 or.. whatever."

He placed the cake on the step in front of you and sat, or rather lied, down across from you. He took out a lighter and lit the single candle on the cake, then took out a cigarette and lit it from the candle. Some cigarette ash fell on the cake.

".. happy birthday, loser."