"Xanny!I need you!"

I yelled at Simon who was still making the roses his back turned to me.

"Coming!"He answered nervously, but he hadn't moved from his spot across the room.

We cannot be doing this today.

I was seriously given the job to ice the cake and it clearly was not going too well.

The ice cream was melting and it was 50 degrees in there.

Who wants an ice cream cake in the middle of summer in Arizona?!

Made by me, a ditsy cross-eyed 17 year old who can't even remember the date.

"Are you kids done yet?!" My parents asked from the living room.

They were probably scrolling through the channels and deadass sitting on the sofa relaxing,while we panicked trying to sort out 'our' birthday cake.

I could feel my eyebrows melting under the heat. Like a witch to water, I was sure I was melting.

The piping bag was just farting each time I tried to squeeze the cream out.

Mr farts a lot.

I laughed a bit at the thought.

Mr farts a lot.

Wow. What is happening? Is my brain melting as well....at this point I doubt I even have a brain.

I think the paint fumes are getting to my head. But then again I am a crackhead most of the time,so that's not too true.

But the house just got repainted, and I'm pretty sure that after 24 hours the paint fumes still bother people.

I can't do this because, 1-I am not an artist and 2- I am lazy as fuck.

What is taking that ditsy boy so long?

"Xanny!"

I panicked again seeing the melted ice cream all over the floor, the counter tops and the walls.

i was close to tears at that moment.

I was super miserable.

Where did the good times go?

When we'd buy a cake from the store and take our time making it?

Heck!

We'd never even buy a cake!

Just a large ass pizza, two cans of whipped cream and a candle.

This was all too much for me.

I just wanted to have some fun and eat some cake but nooo

This had to be a mission.

"Okay!Done with the roses!"

He sprinted from his side of the room at bullet speed.

My eyes widened realizing the danger, the floor was too wet.

I ran to him stretching out my hand.

"Xanny slow down!"

He furrowed his eyes brows and looked down at the floor.

But it was too late.

"Woah!"

His foot went up then the other, and like a rag doll he was thrown into the air.

Did I mention that I too ran after him?

I slipped on the puddle and suddenly I was in the air.

Realization struck me all too late and I knew the horrible fate that awaited me.

All in slow motion we were both suspended in the air hands reached out for each other, and we fell backwards.

But in all this we caught glimpses of each other and smiled crookedly.

Till death do us part.

I landed hard on my back and surprisingly, I didn't hit my head against the tiled floor.

We both groaned in pain, I groaned more because I hurt my ass.

Bad.

"You good?"Simon asked from wherever he landed.

Welp.

If good meant that all my bones were in tact I wasn't so sure.

I think my butt bone broke.

I lifted my head the best I could and saw him flat on his back his legs crossed.

How do you fall and have your legs crossed?

Seriously, Simon is a really weird kid.

I let my head fall back but I groaned again because of the impact.

I felt grossed out because of the moisture my hair and clothes got soaked in.

"Dude you good?"He asked again.

Not really at this moment was what I wanted to say.

But not to worry him I casually said, "Yeah. You?"

He let out a hum and the kitchen door burst open hitting the wall behind it.

Here we go.

"Are you guys okay?"My mom asked clearly worried.

"You both look like humpty dumpty during happy hour."She continued.

I laughed trying so hard not to injure myself any further.

When the laugh died down I attempted to get up by bracing my arm on the counter top.

I pushed my hand down not realizing what I was pressing down on.

"Nooooo!"My mom exclaimed stretching out her arm.

But again, I was being punished for something I was unaware of.

Somebody tell me why karma really just wants to pick a fight with people.

The cursed thing fell onto my head, the icing really sticking onto my head and massaging my scalp deep before it tumbled onto my lap ruining my outfit even further.

The coolness startled me and I stayed a little calm.

My breathing increased and my hands started to shake, I was in denial of the situation that I was in.

I raised my hands to feel the soft cream as it continuously dripped drown my face.

"Mom?"I called my voice low and shaking.

She hesitated to step near me, "Yes hon?"

I wiped the liquid that was dripping near my eyes and tried not to move.

That was it the universe hated me.

It didn't want me to turn 17 that day.

It didn't want me to survive when I was born and it didn't want me alive now.

Thank goodness the knife didn't tumble along with the cake.

My mom walked towards me and knelt down picked up the cake and threw it into the bin.

She came back and smiled at me.

"It's not what you think hun'. You're not cursed."

This happened every year.

Every year the ghost of misery would come to make my birthday miserable but I smiled and laughed through it at least we had fun at the fire department.

"It's all my mom's fault!"I whined,

She winced at this and tried to smile again.

Welp, guess I need to explain myself.

It all started when my mom met my dad.

They didn't fall in love, they got drunk.

Nine months later my mom had me.

She didn't want my grand father to know so she flushed me down the toilet.

I was adopted by my current mom and dad

Hi!

I'm Chloe

And my life, is kinda crazy.

~CHLOE Anderson~17