There were videos of me at the party. The guys drugging me. Pulling off my clothes. It was all over Facebook, Twitter, snapchat, kik, etc. If it was a way to spread the word it was on there. The only place it wasn't was on the school walls. They got arrested and a lot of people gave me sympathy. A couple weeks went bye before it died down. My birthday came. Me and Dylan were cuddling in bed the night before and I fell asleep in his arms. I woke up and he smiled at me.
"Good morning princess."
I smiled. "Good morning."
"Come on, go get showered, we're going to breakfast."
I looked at him confusedly.
"We're going to breakfast."
I got up reluctantly and picked out my clothes and then went to shower. When I got out of the shower I put on my "West High" shirt and a pare of dark blue shorts. I put my hair in a high ponytail and we left. He drove me to the little diner down the road. After breakfast he took me to the mall. We went all over the place. Then later around 4 we met up with a couple of friends and we went to the movies to see "The visit" I got scared a couple times and hid my face in his chest. He comforted me. After the movie was done we all went to dinner. There was a band playing. Dylan and Andrea went to talk to them. When they came back about 10 minutes later they sang happy birthday to me. I mean. Not just my friends. I mean he band too. And everyone singing too. With me IN STAGE with the band. It was possibly the best birthday I had ever had. If this hadn't happened....
