It was Scout’s birthday. He was hosting a party that night! He had asked all his friends to be there! ‘Party at mine tonight, fellas!’ He yelled out on the big day. ‘Cmon, Snipes, you’ll be there, right…?’

‘Sorry.’ Snipes said. ‘Can’t, sorry mate. Things are pretty hectic on my end.’ He spat. Scout stood there, frozen. ‘Oh.’ He said, after a long, uncomfortable topic.

The party rolls around, and of course, no one even came to say hi. Not even one little look. A tiny stare. Nope. Just silence.