Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

"Happy birthday Julie!" Everyone yelled constantly walking into the backyard.

I'd smile and greet them back like Donald taught me.

The party was full of kids I went to Preschool with.

Gross.

"Julie why aren't you playing with the kids?" Donald asked me.

"I don't know." I shrugged and looked down.

"Cause she don't like them mother fuckers. What's up Julie?" Chance said hugging me.

"Chance!" I giggled hugging him back.

Donald gave Chance a bad look and he shrugged.

"How old are you champ?" Chance said letting me go.

"Grown." I said putting my hand on my hip.

"Five isn't grown." Some girl my age said.

"Nobody asked you." I said quietly.

"Well I brought a gift so my opinion is valid." She said rolling her eyes.

She walked off and began to play with the other kids.

Everybody was enjoying themselves except me. I didn't like crowds.

I walked inside the house and grabbed my notebook. I began to start writing everything that came to me. I wanted to be an author like Donald.

"Julie come back out. It's time for cake." Donald yelled.

I ran out and followed Donald to a table. He sat me in the middle and I looked down at the huge cake with my face on it.

Donald lit the number five and then the music began.

"Happy birthday to you!" They sang.

I glanced around at all these people. It was nice but it didn't feel right. I turned my head towards the gate slowly to see a man standing there. He store at me and I store back. He was very tall with brown skin like mine.

"Make a wish!" They yelled.

"Huh?" I said looking up.

"Blow out the candle." Donald said.

I looked at them eyes wide and blew on the candle. I didn't close my eyes like they do in the movies. What wish was there to be made?

I looked back over at the gate. The man was gone.

After cake we opened presents. It was a whole bunch of  baby dolls. Big girls only play with barbies. Only Donald and Chance got me what I wanted though. Pencils, notepads, and books. I couldn't ask for more.

I helped clean up as the sky got darker. Chance said he would stay to help but he left his toaster in his oven. What ever that means.

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