"did my invitations disappear, why'd I put my name on every cursive letter? tell me why the hell no one is here. tell me what to do to make it all feel better."
8 years old
MICHAEL WAS VERY EXCITED for his birthday party. He invited everyone in his class. Even the weird kid with a pet dildo, because he believed no one should be treated poorly because of their personality and looks.
He just got everything right. His cake, outfit, decorations. It was all perfect.
As he put his last bunting up, it turned 7 o'clock.
His mum patted his back, smiling sweetly, she said, "I'll be upstairs, shout me when the guests are down"
Let's just say, michael never shouted his mum down.
He sat their in his birthday seat, waiting.
No one showed up, not even the dildo kid.
Blood burned in michael. He was looking forward to this so much and nobody cared. They never did.
Michael got so angry. He grabbed his cake and threw it against the wall. He smashed all the mirrors, ripped up the bunting, and cut his teddy bear guests.
His tears turned into laughter as he realised he was happy on his own. He didn't need any other kids, they were stupid.
Until there was a knock on the door.
To be honest, michael wasn't getting his hopes up again. So he opened the door with a dead expression, almost like a zombie. Standing before him was Calum Hood.
Michael never expected someone as popular as calum to even step in his house, never mind come to his birthday. Sure he invited him, but he invited everyone and DIDMT want to leave anyone out.
"Hi, michael" calum put his hand out for michael to shake, "I'm calum, calum hood"
Michael shook calums hand with a grin.
Michael wasn't used to talking to people, so he was quite nervous.
"M-michael. I-I'm michael."
