A Birthday To Remember

The air is shimmering as you step up to the front doors of the cottage in the forest. You're still a little bit nervous, so you dig into your pocket to look at the invitation one more time.

It reads in peacock blue, Centurion font:

You are cordially invited to a soiree hosted by Beyonce to celebrate Wattpad's official birthday party. Dancing, knitting and nachos will be plentiful. We do hope to see your snuggly face there. November 22nd, 2016 at evening. Please dress in your best gown and don't forget your book for the present swap!

You take a deep breath and are about to walk inside, when the door suddenly swings with a zoink.

You're surprised to see Mark Ruffulo standing there in the flesh, all sticky and soft. You're not sure if you have the courage to talk to them right now, so you scurry inside like a(n) dog and join the party, making a mental note to drum up a conversation with him later on over popcorn.

Once inside, the party takes your breath away. Everyone is already spinning wildly on the dance floor.

Let's Get Happy plays loudly from the speakers and you can't help but do the twist. You had always shipped Harry Potter and Anne of Greene Gables so you're not entirely surprised to see them walking together in the corner. Harper Lee and deathofcool are having a rap battle in the centre of the room, while several Trekkies are gushing over the latest update of The Boy in the Woods on their phones.

The whole atmosphere is electric. It looks like the seas on Venus in the middle of Christmas and you can't imagine anything better.

"Happy Birthday, Wattpad," you say with a smile, "Here's to another 10 years!"