Fuck you, birthday.

It was one funny, sunny day but the only saddening factor was that it was my birthday. A day dedicated to grinning without meaning. You cannot even guess the intensity of loathing I bear for this day.

So I walk into school, find this girl from section D of my class, who had never spoken to me in the past year(more specifically, never after 18th of October, 2015), and with the cheesiest little grin wished me a happy birthday. Facebook reminded her that she had to acknowledge my existence at least once a year.

A lot of people wished me, hugged me, complimented my style (Beauty guru mode on : if you're wondering where I shopped my cloths at, it was just my gorgeous school uniform which I got from Shivaa Market). Okay, I'm not being mean or pretending to just not care because it's cool or something , I tend to get quite nervous by the attention I'm granted on some days, because honestly I don't get that a lot and I'm not accustomed to it. It makes me really uncomfortable. I don't really blabber too much about the 'anxiety and depression' thing that I'm born with, but yes, I'm born with it. It's tough for me to socialize. It's very very frightening.

As I was walking straight up to my class, I saw him. And I suddenly, desperately, wanted to be in the arms of that man, be kissed extra specially, I wanted him to wish me then, take me out, I wanted to get high, high on alcohol and him.

I was smiling, genuinely smiling and blushing. Chester walked upto me and placed his palms against my face and like a typical boyfriend, placed a soft kiss on my forehead and wished me. His palms moved away from my cheeks and reached my neck, he smiled, and they kept shifting, they stopped when they were against my ears. He mouthed, " Do not panic, I'm going to take you out of here soon, baby."

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So it was fixed that I was going to go out with Chester (I didn't know where, he wouldn't tell me), after school. I was, obviously, happy. Why wouldn't I be? But there's this record, of bad birthdays, that my history upholds. Something always did go wrong.

I reached class and got grounded. Not literally, of course. 5 of my friends just full on neglected the fact that I was human and was made of bones that were prone to fractures, and jumped (literally jumped) on top of me, yelling, singing the birthday song.

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Honestly, what am I really expecting? It's almost time to meet him, and I haven't really set up situations in my head. I'm not ready yet, to think of what I want right now. I skipped a few unnecessary (not really) classes and I'm walking towards this cute little artsy cafe. That's where Chester asked me to meet him(he texted me during History class. As a reaction, I knocked my friend's bottle off and the teacher caught me with my phone and wanted to take my phone away. I didn't give it to her and made this really, really cute face so, she kicked me out instead. Things we bear for love.) I'm not complaining, by the way.

I swung open the glass door and walked towards a random table. I've to admit, that the cafe was definitely something if not everything. I'm always really intrigued by the colour white. One, I look good in white and two, it describes me perfectly- simply blank. No, I'm just kidding. I don't really think I should have to explain why I like this colour because, one, you like it too and you don't really care about the reason and two, you don't care at all. The lady behind the counter flashed a cute smile. The cute little table in front of me had a cute little laced white sheet spread across it and a cute vintage-looking vase stood in the middle of it.

Really cute. So cute.

I glanced at my watch and the butterflies were born out of the tic-toks. I fidgetted and fixed my hair.

After solid 15 minutes, I felt the outside breeze gush into the room and turned to find Chester.

Or not.

"Oh! Hey there." Said the high-neck-collar-guy.
"Hey Mike! Glad to see you again."

Is there a mistake?
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