It was just another complicating day in my life whereby i literally just contemplate everything about my life "yeah it was CC's birthday" Her day, The day where she makes me listen to a not so sad story about her Fifth birthday.Thinking about it just makes me feel frustrated and just as i was about to finally get out of bed my phone rang "ugh it's her".She called me just to ask why i haven't called her to wish her a happy birthday yet". I just rolled my eyes and wished her a happy birthday with a very tired voice.
Now i'm sure you think i'm rotten poor but that's not true my delusional and crazy best friend has this mentality where if you're not as rich as he you're considered 'POOR' and that's crazy cuz shes freakishly rich and you'll have to work generations to have that kind of money.
And i'm not poor i'm just not as rich as her and my dad own three five- star hotels and seven restaurants and my mom's an actress so i know i'm not poor.
Speaking of which i haven't told you how we met yet "ehemm," story time,
It was just one of my dad's conferences, 'i thought' until we arrived at the venue and saw it was themed with Navy pink all over 'confused i didn't even know what was happening but i kind of liked the vibe at the conference still looking around and amazing myself with little details, i saw a girl kind of my age approaching me and she wasn't really looking like she was from the party until i heard a loud scream and saw another little girl (CC) of my age wearing navy pink dress with a golden brown bow with fell to her waists i really wanted to know what was going on so out of curiosity i stopped the other girl and asked why there was a little beast chasing her and the girl just began to cry 'i was so irritated that i let go of her shoulders immediately leaving her to fall to the ground but then the other girl (CC) already caught up panting heavily, There she is, a tiny whirlwind in a navy pink dress, her face flushed like she just outran a cheetah on a sugar high. Her little hands are on her hips like she's channeling a pint-sized superhero, ready to take on the world—or at least the next flight of stairs. Her breath comes in puffs, little gasps like she's just completed an Olympic sprint… to the kitchen for a cookie. The navy pink dress twirls dramatically around her as if it's a cape, and her wild hair bounces like a rubber ball with every heavy inhale. She looks like she's been through a lot—maybe she's just realized that the toy she wanted was one aisle over… in another store.
She squealed with her tiny voice "stop that thief" what a rascal i whispered until she got to where i stood and pushed me aside then pulled the little girl by her hair and cried very loudly "Give me my plushie back" i looked at the little girl's hand and saw the new AMAZON plushie and of course i had the same at home it was the latest edition and as i looked at the little girl i was sure it wasn't hers so i snatched it from her hands and gave it to the one who looked like the owner, But then, i felt pity wen i saw tears in the other girls eyes and just as i was about to comfort her, The other girl or let's just call her the 'little rascal' gabbed my hands and pulled me away from her and threatened me to not touch her if not, i'll be sent away from the party "my party" she said , I was wandering what this little rascal was rambling on about until she showed me a banner which said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRINCESS" 'of course how could i have missed that i facepalmed myself in realization to my stupidity. I asked the little rascal her name and she snapped saying; you came for my party but you don't even know my name, who the hell are you , and this is why i don't invite poor people." i got really angry and knew i had to teach her a lesson so i took her plushie and ripped it in two and then pulled her hair and screamed "who are you to call me poor you little bitch" "Yes i said it, i called her a 'bitch' but then the crowd seemed to grow quiet and i noticed everyone looking at me but the just before the guilt hit me she took a cupcake and smashed it on my face making me look like a monster, i also couldn't let that go so i took another one and smashed it on he face also smearing the cream on her dress 'then she just began to cry like a fool and our parents came to the scene and forced me to apologize but my father being a man of justice decided we ask what happened first 'Well long story short...
We apologized to each other with a grumpy face then we left the party . I cant really remember it in details but i have to say this memory of her is still the worst yet and i hated the fact that her dad and mine became gulf buddies so she came to my house every weekend so we had no other choice but to play together,and then we grew closer and 'yup' today she's my one and only
"i've got to go birthday girls waiting"