Ezra was quiet, sitting at the end of a long dining table, wearing a party hat. He had used up all his savings to rent a room at an arcade, unfortunately none of his classmates had came. He had spent days writing invitations, making sure every letter was perfect, everything! Yet no one showed up.

Ezra stared at his birthday cake in silence. "W..what is this." he spoke, softly.. He wiped the tear that had slithered down his cheek. His eyes became flooded with tears and he weeped.