A Birthday To Remember

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

It reads in pink, Comic Sans font:

You are cordially invited to a soiree hosted by Justin Bieber to celebrate Wattpad's official birthday party. Dancing, stomping and olive oil will be plentiful. We do hope to see your dumb face there. November 22nd, 2016 at second breakfast. Please dress in your best dumb hat and don't forget your chair for the present swap!

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

You're surprised to see Justin Bieber's ego standing there in the flesh, all proud and swooshy. You're not sure if you have the courage to talk to them right now, so you scurry inside like a(n) wooly mammoth and join the party, making a mental note to drum up a conversation with them later on over toxic waste.

Once inside, the party takes your breath away. Everyone is already dumbing wildly on the dancefloor.

Baby plays loudly from the speakers and you can't help but do the whip. You had always shipped Justin Bieber's Dad and Justin Bieber's Mom so you're not entirely surprised to see them derping together in the corner. Dr. Suess and love3youlongtime are having a rap battle in the centre of the room, while several confused teenage girls are gushing over the latest update of Trumpalicious II on their phones.

The whole atmosphere is electric. It looks like Hogwarts on Uranus in the middle of Doomsday and you can't imagine anything better.

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