Chapter 1: The evening before Leo and Amanda's birthday.
I look around my room. It's the evening before Amanda and my birthday. It's the first time we are having our separate parties. We always shared our birthday parties. We shared them since we were one. She was my best friend. Now, she won't talk to me. It's all because of me. It's all my fault. I remember why. It happened on our tenth birthday. We were having our party at my house. My mom had decorated the whole house just like the haunted houses you see at Disneyland. She made an indoor maze. It was supposed to be a creepy maze in which you had to use clues to get out. However, I decided to go up to my room and fetch the gift I had for Amanda. I was looking for her gift when I heard the door open. I turned and saw some of my guy friends and their friends. I wondered what they were doing in my room.
"Hey, Leo," my friend said.
"Hey," I replied.
"I see your sharing your birthday with ...what's her name? Amanda!" another boy said. I mentally roll my eyes. Good for you. You can see! Before I can say anything Vinnie Prinz speaks up,"Yeah, why do you have your party with a girl man? It's really lame." I don't answer. Honestly, I liked sharing my party with Amanda. She was my best friend. However, I couldn't say so. Vinnie and his friends always bothered me. Instead, I said," Yeah. I know, it's stupid. My mom makes me." They asked me questions and I answered them stupidly. Finally, I had an excuse to leave. I walked downstairs to look for Amanda. She was nowhere to be found. After the party, I went back to my bedroom to get ready for the next day. At school, I tried to approach Amanda and ask her why she left so early. She wouldn' t talk to me. I told my mom that Amanda was upset and wouldn't talk to me. She called her mom and then hung up. She gave me a death glare and told me that Amanda had overheard the conversation with Vinnie. Mom was furious that day. She gave me a cold shoulder for a whole week. Since then, Amanda and I haven't spoken to each other. I shake my head out of the sad times. I take out a piece of paper and begin to write a poem. It will be a long day tomorrow.