Hi. This isn't my 1st story, but I'm doing this as a birthday present for myself! Inspired by one of my best friends, Gingelover235, I decided I deserved it.

Ps, My birthday is on the 12th of December, so I'm open for presents!

THE GAME?

Iggy POV

I rolled over. Great. Working out our actual birthdays had sounded cool, but now I was sort of… what's the word? Umm, anxious? I think that's it. Anyway, I have to sit around trying to 'feel' what I got while listening to the others enjoying the 'look' of it. It stinking sucks!

I wondered out of my room, toward the bathroom. The door was closed. Just perfect. I banged the door so hard I felt blood dripping down my hand.

"Gazzy! You had better get outta there right now!" I screamed. When Fang left, everything went downhill for me.

"Sorry Ig! I'll just be a sec."

"It better not stink in there!"

"Umm, ok…?"

"GAZZY!"

"Iggy? Iggy! Happy birthday Iggy!" said Angel, wrapping her arms around my neck.

I wish. I thought to myself.

"Ooh, man! What happened?" she asked. I hate it when she reads my mind!

"Nothing." I felt sorta bad about saying that to her, but it's such a horrible day already!

Finally! The bathroom door slowly creaked open. PEEE-YEEW! It stunk like… there isn't even anything that stinky! I saw Gazzy all apologetic- looking, and glared at him. I pushed past him and slammed the door behind me, right onto my fingers!

"Yowch!" I screamed. I washed my hands in the sink.

"Ready when you are Ig!" called Max. Of all birthday traditions, present opening may just be my least favourite. Oh well. I finished up in the bathroom and walked downstairs. I began walking toward the lounge room, but someone spilt some water on the floor and didn't clean it up.

I fell on my tailbone and whacked my head on the wall.

"Yowch!" Could this day get any worse? Why did I say that? Whenever somebody says that, things get a lot worse.

I heard Nudge talking. "When's Iggy coming Max? Will he be here soon? I hope he is. I hope he'll like his present! I made it myself. Do you think he'll like your presents? I think he will. Do you think he will? What did you guys get him? I got him a ghuffld—"

"Ooh, let her continue," I said, it was sarcastic, but I couldn't get my voice to sound right.

"Here Iggy, come sit next to me," said Max. She put her arm around my shoulders and tried to calm me. It didn't work.

Dylan came out with a bag of ice. I put my sore hand on my hand on my head, and then held the ice there with my good hand, so it was on the sore part of my head as well as my fingers.

"I heard you yelling in pain," he said, sitting the other side of me.

"Wow, 18 Iggy! Your practically and adult. Just don't get drunk, ok?" said Max.

"Can't promise that, sorry Max."

"Uh huh? Well, let's start presents."

"Oh man!" Gazzy yelled so loud my ears ached.

"What. Is. It?" I groaned. Gazzy paused for dramatic effect.

"I. Lost. The. GAME!" He cracked up hysterically, and held his sides while rolling on the floor. The others groaned, then they started laughing too, but not as hard.

"DAMN IT GAZZY!" I screamed. I stood up and stormed back to my room. "DON'T COME GET ME!"

I hate my birthday.

Well. Iggy hates his birthday, if you didn't already pick that up.

By the way, The Game… the way to play is to NOT THINK ABOUT IT! But once you do, you lose. But 30 seconds after forgetting it again, you restart playing. When you lose, yell: "I lost The Game" especially when in a crowd of people who are also playing.

There is no way to win, and once you know about it, you are playing! So tell your friends and family, and then watch them groan and laugh every time you lose! :D

HAPPY PLAYING!