14 - Cecylia B: seven slices of pizza

Birthdays are the best, you get gifts and money, eat till your heart's content, people have to be nice to you, it's just great. I hate them. I hate the spotlight. I hate attention. I hate people in my business. They always ask me “what's your grades looking like?” so they can give me the amount of money they think I deserve based on that. Most of the time people are only nice to you because it's your birthday. It’s annoying, the only plus are the gifts and food. I hate to sound like a brat but am I wrong? No. Anyways we’re getting off topic. My most memorable birthday was when I turned 9. I wouldn’t say it was my favorite but it was memorable. I was pretty quiet in elementary school, and when I say quiet, I was practically mute. I barely even talked to the teacher. So, I never really threw birthday parties because of this, I wouldn’t have that many people to invite since I only talked to one person which was my best friend at the time. My mom however, wanted me to make more friends and had the bright idea to throw a birthday party for me. She hand made these invitations for me to give out to all the girls in my class and there were about 10-11 girls in my class that I remember. My teacher told me to give them out after class got out so that's what I did. My mom ordered two large pizzas from Round Table, bought a cake, and even rented out a bounce house for me. She even took the time to hand make butterfly garland because that was the theme that I wanted, all for only five kids to show up. Two of them were my cousins and the other three were from my class. I ended up getting a bloody nose from getting kicked in the face in the bounce house and the girls from my class left early. There were still almost two whole pizzas left and the cake was left untouched. My cousins ended up leaving shortly after also. My nose finally stopped bleeding while I played on my pink DSi. Then I sat at the table wallowing in my self-pity and ate 7 slices of pizza.