It was my birthday.I should be happy, shouldn't I?Yes.But unfortunately no one remembered.I went to school joining my friends expecting they'd know what day it was.But they acted as if it was another normal day.Maybe they were planning a surprise party?They're making me believe they forgot... right?So I smiled throughout the whole day, waiting for any kind of reaction.There was none.Wasn't I important?Were they not my real friends?As soon I went home l started crying uncontrollably.This week has been the worst.At least my birthday should've been better.I should've had fun on this day.That's when I hear a knock on my door.I don't bother wiping my tears away and open the door.

Aaron:"Happy birthday!"

In front of me was Aaron with ballons and a present in one hand and cake in the other.He remembered. My enemy remembered.