Chapter 3

The next one happened when I was 6. Well, the next large one. It was a birthday. The first friends birthday I had ever gone to. Or rather, didn't. It devastated me I remember quite clearly.

Tears running down my eyes, crying because I got left out from all the fun and games. I heard there was guest gifts of phones. You know those flip-phones. With a pre-paid card. I was so excited.

But it wasn't to be. Why? I remembered the date wrong. Of course, that's what I was told. And my parents didn't correct me. Of course.

I repeated that date over and over in my little head, again and again. I remembered the whole invitation moments after getting it, and never looked at it again.

Why would I? I remembered it.

'I should've kept looking at it,' I remember thinking in regret.

After that, my relationship with my friends grew week. I wasn't invited to their next birthday party.

Oh, did I mention? They were twins. And they were friends with everyone. Noone else invited me either after that. We moved when I was seven, and I never saw them again.