My Last Birthday

I turned seventeen last year and I hate my birthday. I don't celebrate it, but someone always has to ruin my happiness on that day. I can say the good thing about my birthday is that I was born on my parents anniversary. I was there present.

Anyways that day my sisters friends had her friends saying "Happy Birthday" to me in the hall. I freaked out because I didn't want that. I really didn't want that though it happened. One of her friends kept repeating it to me when they passed me in the hall.

Some people in some of my classes said it.

Eighth period.

"Mr. Jones, its Angela's birthday," David, my friend said.

"Okay,"  he said.

"Mr. Jones, its Angela's birthday," Ryan this kid that can't talk to me said.

"Okay," he said.

After class.

"I heard it was Angela's birthday. Let's sing happy birthday to her," Mr. Jones said. They sang and believe me they can't sing. That is probably why they are band students.

That just ruined my whole day and I cried that night.