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The Birthday

I cried myself asleep, again, but this time for another reason. Enraged and terrified, I felt betrayed, I didn't know what to do, I was so confused of who to trust. Especially my friends, since Markus is one of them, and they all act like family. Meaning they might all share the same secrets and tell the same lies. All those reason helped me fall asleep.

And when I woke up, the big question was: what would help me get up? The answer seemed to pop on its own, someone needed to pickup the phone. I was the only one home so...
I got up, ran down the stairs of my lovely home and answered the phone.

- Hello

- Eleanor, it's...

I knew it was Markus and he was the last person I wanted to see or hear about. So, that's why I hung up on him. I started my daily routine like nothing had happened, ignoring him was my first priority. I got dressed, ate and got out of the house for a long walk to Tiffany's house. Today being a Saturday, more precisely, June 24th, my birthday, I didn't have to work or go to school. (YES)

Last week, all my friends agreed to make me a surprise party at my house. At first I didn't agree, but they changed my mind. So no matter what I say, they won't cancel it.
Anyway it's going to be a long day.

As I walked down the street I started to reflect my explanation to Tiffany when I arrived at her home. I couldn't just arrive at her door and say "Hi I'm here to chat" she won't believe me. Well I have to find an answer and fast because my long walk is coming to an end.

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Yesterday night, Markus arrived at my house with a insecure and furious look on his face. When I opened him the door he bust in letting out a muffled frustration scream.

- She knows about me, I don't know about the others. Aaron was here, he had names but no phases. We need to leave tomorrow.

These news shocked me and at the same time is was not surprised. This was bound to happen they were going to find her one day or an other.

- Tiffany !

I could see Markus panicking and I told him to calm down and that we will plan everything tomorrow​. He went back to his house and I got in bed.

I didn't really sleep, worried of how we were going to explain to Eleanor that we had to move. I thought of calling her to tell her everything, but at 13h someone was at my door step and it was just the person I was hoping for.
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-Happy Birthday, screamed Tiffany when she opened the door.

- Errr, I ingnored that comment and entered, I need to talk to you about Markus. I think his lying about who he is.

Her joyful face suddenly disappeared. I started talking about the event of last night with the Man who came in the coffee shop and the one I hit on my way out. She was very attentive until the end even if it took me at least one hour telling my WONDERFUL story.

- You know what, I'm sure Markus has an explanation for that and can shed some light on who the Man was. We just need to talk to him.

Tiffany's suggestion was very wise. But I wasn't sure it was a too good idea, afraid that I would get mad at him. I thanked her and went toward the door.
But when I was about to open it she grabbed my arm and told me that the boys were preparing a surprise with Alice. I turned back and dropped on the sofa to turn on the TV.

Only when it was 4 pm did Tiffany receive a call from Theo saying that they were ready.
Once we were in front of my door a, few minutes later, Tiffany warned me that some friends of my dad were there according to the "Party Masters."

We entered my house and I was not surprised to find all the lights closed.
I opened them and saw all my friends standing up in the kitchen with small gifts in there hands. My dad was next to them with his two friends behind him. He was holding a small cake.
They all yelled at the same time : "Happy Birthday ! Come make a wish." And one of dad's friends lighted the candles in shape of 18. Strangely they seemed vaguely familiar. I smiled and walked towards them, the warm feeling that enveloped me was quickly replaced by fear. The look that one of my dad's friends was giving me, gave me the same feeling of the man I bumped into, yesterday, on my way out of the coffee shop. Had I  just found the man watching me, was he  really not the fruit of my imagination, and yet, how could I be so sure only based on a simple feeling.

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