"A toast to the birthday girl, and my best friend, Sarah Johnson," Lindsay says, holding up a plastic cup full of root beer. "You've survived sixteen years. Here's to eighty more. To Sarah!"
"To Sarah," The guests say. I take a sip of my cherry soda.
"Hey, who wants cake?" My mom asks. She brings out a one-tiered rectangle. It is vanilla with white frosting and a pink border. Written in yellow frosting are the words "Happy Birthday Sarah." They start singing Happy Birthday as mom lights the candles. When they are done, I blow them out and make a wish.
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Anger, Love, and Loss
Roman pour AdolescentsSarah was just living her normal high-school life, (Fight with sister, hang out with friends, etc.) when it starts to pour downhill, until a boy comes and turns it around.
