You’d been stoked the past month, just thinking about your birthday coming up. You’d written a long-winded list of things you wished for and had been practically bouncing around, blabbering about what you’d like your birthday party to be like, serving your already exhausted dad, Alec, with a deep-rooted headache as he tried his best to organise said party for you.

In the end the two of you came to find a middle ground between doing something insanely expensive and doing nothing at all: A birthday party at home. You’d invite some of your friends, and have a typical party with some games and cake and snacks. The perfect thing, really.

When the day came, you were ecstatic. You could hardly wait for your friends to arrive. Yet a lot of waiting you did. A suspicious amount, actually. Your patience started to waver after a while, and your happiness did too. Where was everybody? Surely they didn’t forget? Anxiously you twiddled your thumbs, glancing around at the empty seats next to you and the large cake in the middle.

Eventually the two hour mark passed and you couldn’t hold it in anymore. Utterly heartbroken you began to wail, and Alec rushed to your side. “They forgot me!” You cried, as Alec frantically tried to calm you. “It’s okay, shh,, I’m sure they haven’t..”