It was around 8 pm. The lights at the disco were blaring neon colors every which where, & figures of teens & young adults rocking their spines out to the sound of disco music blasting through everyones' eardrums. However, the main princess of that disco was only a few hours of age 16. She had pretty, short blonde hair with light lavender eyeshadow, blood red lipstick, & the most gorgeous blue eyes of anyone in California. Her attire included a long dress of a beautiful shade of purple that just about made it down to the bottom of her feet, & her sleeves were cut at the end so evenly that it made it as though she came out of a fairy tale.

Her name was Angelica Charlotte Pickles.

Surrounding the young woman were her friends- Savannah, Rihanna, Susie, Harold- & her family- Her father Drew, her mother Charlotte, her uncle Stu, her aunt Didi, & her cousins Tommy & Dil.

"Man, this birthday party is way too girly! Why did Aunt Charlotte make us go here anyway?"

"Dil..."

"Don't worry, Mom. Dil always complains when we go somewhere against his will."

Meanwhile, Angelica's friends had a lot of gossip to talk about.

"Hey, Rihanna, I just heard that Kathryn just started dating this guy, & he is SO ugly."

"Oh my god, that guy BETTER not be Nate! He was the ugliest guy in 10th grade last year! Who'd even dare date him anyway?"

While Angelica's life long BFF Susie Charmicheal was at the concession stand, some more rational opinions began spinning in Harold Frumpkin's head.

"You guys seriously don't care about people's personalities anymore but only if look 'hot'? Shameful."

"What's more shameful than some guy interrupting our conversation when it's obvious who's in the right here? Now that's shameful."

"Savannah, let me explain-"

"I don't need an explanation. I just want you get the hell out of my sight." Using her fingers, Savannah gestured Harold out of the conversation. A big mistake Harold made with this is instead of walking forwards to Angelica, he was walking backwards to the concession stand, where he accidentally bumped into Susie while she was handling the punch bowl. With the sudden movement, the punch bowl fell onto Susie's head, spilling all over her hair.

"Oh, I am SO sorry! Are you okay?" Harold cried.

"I-It's fine... my hair already looked terrible." Just then, Angelica walked up to see her friends.

"Susie? Harold? What happened here!?" Angelica exclaimed, anger showing in her cold blue eyes.

"W-Well, I was w-walking away from Savannah, a-and-" Harold tried to explain.

"I already know what happened, Frumpkin. You don't have to remind me again." Angelica really wasn't having it at this point, not even with the disco music keeping everyone in the vibe. "THIS is why you always get rejected. You keep making the same mistakes! Ugh." As Angelica was walking away from the situation, Harold felt a scrape of doubt in his pride. He knew he had some kind of strange feeling towards her, but he didn't know what it was. Just when he was gonna make out what it was, Angelica's mother called out to the rest of the guests.

"Alright, kids, time to sing 'Happy Birthday' to my sweet Angelica!"

"Wait, they still do that now? Hasn't she grown out of it?" Dil questioned.

"Don't you dare."

Once the kids finally surrounded Angelica & the cake, which had a large '16' candle on it & strawberry frosting along the edges of the cake, everyone who had been invited to her party started singing.

Happy birthday to you,

happy birthday to you,

happy birthday dear Angelica,

happy birthday to you. 3

When they finished singing, Drew instructed his daughter to blow out the candles & make a wish, & so she did. The rest was filled with presents, dancing, laughter, & Dil looking for his alien bretheren to pass the time. It's unclear exactly what Angelica wished for, but one could assume that in the events that followed that all Angelica wanted was an enjoyable 365 days as a 16 year old.

But she was wrong.