My 11th birthday was one that I’ll never forget.
I was so excited that I had so many friends to invite. I had no way of knowing
that Hillary would… well, I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me start at the
beginning, which is three weeks before my birthday.
I sat at
the kitchen table with Brooke one afternoon. We were looking at a magazine that
had party themes. “Well, what kind of parties did you have before this?” asked
Brooke. “Well,” I started. I told her that I had never really had a party
before. My parents never had that much money, so we just hung out at my
previous birthdays. After my parents died, I never had any close friends to
invite to a birthday party. Now, of course, I have plenty of friends to invite.
As I turned a page, I saw the party theme that I wanted: a clown theme.
When I was
little, one of my friends took me to a circus. My favorite part was the clowns.
We went to the party store and bought balloons, a piñata, plates, cups, and
much more. Mrs. Till called and scheduled a clown to come to the party for
entertainment. Everything was going perfect, Mr. Till just placed an order for
a birthday cake. But, as fate would have it, that’s when things started going
wrong.
As I sat on
the couch that evening, reading a book for a book report, the phone rang. Mrs.
Till answered it, talked for a couple of minutes, and hung up. “I have some bad
news Roxanne,” she told me. “It appears that piñatas have been made illegal in
this county.” I sighed. That meant that I wouldn’t have a piñata for the party.
The phone rang again. This time, Mr. Till answered it. After hanging up, he
said that he had some bad new as well. Apparently, all of the workers at the
bakery where we ordered my cake have gone on strike. I sighed again. We would
have to find someplace else to make my birthday cake. When the phone rang a
third time, Mrs. Till hesitated before answering. I was disappointed to see her
expression. I could tell that it was more bad news. “I’m sorry Roxanne.” Said
Mrs. Till after hanging up. “The clown can’t make it to the party. Something
about not being able to find her nose.” “OH NO!” I exclaimed. “What are we
going to do?” Mrs. Till suggested we all sleep on it, and we all agreed. I
don’t know how I fell asleep, but I did.
The next
morning, everybody had great ideas. Mrs. Till said that she could be the clown;
she had, after all, run away from home to join the circus when she was ten. Mr.
Till said that he knew how to make a mighty fine carrot cake, which is my
favorite. Brooke told me that she knew other games to play at my party that
would be a lot more fun than a piñata. After about an hour of planning, we were
back on schedule. That is, until we remembered a very important part:
invitations!
Brooke and
I rushed to the party store, but it was too late. They were sold out of
invitations. We were walking home when I had an idea: we could make the
invitations ourselves. After getting home, Brooke and I immediately set to
work. A little scented colors here, a little glitter there, a little of a lot
of colors on the side, and we were done. We had enough invitations for everyone
in our grade. I couldn’t wait!
The next
morning, Brooke and I went to school with the invitations. We went to our
classes, went to lunch, and went to recces. During recces, we handed out Invitations
to everyone in our grade. I noticed that all of the people we handed
invitations to also had something else in their hand. When I handed Hillary an
invitation, Hillary looked inside it, and laughed. “Oh, Roxy Roxy Roxy, I have
some excellent news: Our birthdays are on the very same day!” I stared at her.
Was she serious? I looked over at Lindsey, who opened the invitation. The sound
of Hillary’s voice was played. It said: “Gimmie a B, Gimmie a D, Gimmie an A,
Gimmie a Y; B-DAY come to my party at Busch Gardens, details inside.” As I
looked around, everyone looked from my invitation to hers, and from me to her.
Before I could say anything, the bell rang to call us back inside. I couldn’t
believe what just happened.
I walked in
the house and went straight to my room. I wasn’t sad though; I got a notepad
and pen. I wrote “Ways to make my party cooler.” “What if we went to a circus,
or if we rented an elephant?” I thought. As I though more about it, however, we
didn’t really have the money for either of those. Brooke came into our room and
sat on my bed. “What are you going to do?” she asked. I said that in order to
convince people to come to my party, we have to make it cooler than Hillary’s.
“How will we do that?” asked Brooke. “By changing my party theme.” “But, what
else could we do?” asked Brooke. “Well,” I said. “I was thinking we could have
a fondue candlelight dinner. We have a fondue set so it will be easy!” so, we
started preparing.
We went to
the store to pick up stuff for the fondue. We asked where the
Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese was, but they only had plain old cheddar. We also
picked up chocolate, strawberries, bread, chicken, candles, and bananas. We
came home and made new invitations. I was so excited when we handed the new
invitations out to the students. When Hillary arrived at school, however, she
had new invitations of her own. Hers promised a sleepover after they went to
Busch Gardens. She even said that there would be pizza! When I got home, I
immediately started thinking of a way to make my party cooler. I didn’t know
it, but I had started something I would tell my grandchildren about: The
Birthday Party Competition.
I came up
with a great idea for my party. Mr. Till loves to play the violin, so I asked
him to play while eat, as background music. When I went to school with this
news, however, Hillary also said they would get special line privileges at
Busch Gardens since her brother works there. The next day, I went to school
promising a little magic show (starring Mrs. Till), and Hillary promised a limo
ride to Busch Gardens for everyone attending. Next, I promised one of Mrs.
Till’s homemade cakes, and Hillary’s promise was a life-sized sculpture of her
made of cake. The competition wore on
and on until finally, my birthday was here.
We were all
busy with the last finishing touches. My guests would be here any minute. Mrs.
Till was writing “Happy Birthday Roxanne” on my cake, Mr. Till was tuning his
violin, and Brooke was lighting the candles for the dinner. The first people
there were Katie and Wendy. Once everyone got here, I determined that half of
the people I invited were here, and half were at Hillary’s. Soon, we all sat
down to eat.
After that, everything happened at
once. Lucy burnt her tongue on the hot cheese, which caused to knock over her
drink, which landed in Jasmine’s lap. Jasmine leaped up, causing the candles to
fall and caught the tablecloth on fire. Everyone screamed, and got far away
from the flames. Mr. Till poured water on the fire, putting it out. His fingers
got burned a little, which prevented him from being able to play the violin.
Mrs. Till, oblivious to what just occurred, walked in with the cake, slipped on
the fondue cheese, and the cake went flying, landing on Jill. Once Jill got
cleaned up, she left. Everyone else followed her, wishing me a happy birthday
as they headed towards Hillary’s party. Soon, It was just me, Brooke, Katie,
and Wendy.
We cleaned up, and my friends
started comforting me. As I looked at them, I realized how wrong I had been. I
had tried to make my party cooler than Hillary’s so that more people would
come. A birthday party is supposed to be a time when you hang out with the
friends and family who care about you. I shared this with my friends and I told
them how sorry I was for thinking that they were not enough. I also apologized
to Mr. and Mrs. Till for giving them tasks to preform when they just wanted to
spend time with me. After that, we had a great time, we watched a movie, had
what was left of the fondue dinner, and went out for ice cream. All in all, it
was the best birthday I had ever had, and not because the whole school
attended, or because I had a larger than life party, but because I spent time
with those I love.
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