Soooooo, I've decided to keep on with this story. BUT, here's the catch. I'm probably just going to make it a bunch of different memories she's had from the past. and mayyyyyybe go to the present. I don't know what I'm going to do with this story right now. :/

Anyways..

R/&/R!(:

I sat stiff in the cold air. My Marching Band Jacket and sweater defiantly not keeping the cold air from sneaking under me. We played the fight song again. "Touchdown by 18." The loudspeaker yelled.

18. I knew who that was. John MacTavish. "12 seconds left on the clock!" The loudspeaker erupted again. Nothing really exciting happened in the last 12 seconds of the first half. The blast of the first half yelled. Cheers erupted. Of course we were winning 9-2. We are state champs. The cheerleaders came out to do their routine. But surprisingly, and confusing, the football players came up too. Number 18, took the microphone.

"So, everybody from this side," He pointed to the home bleachers, "knows my totally loser girlfriend." He laughed - and I did too. "Today's her birthday. and we did something a little special for her. Come down here Sabrina." He said my name, and I nearly jumped out of my pants. He wanted me to get down there, and stand up in front of all those people.

No, No, No.

"I will come up there, and -" He didn't finish, he grabbed Elliot's arm, and drug him up the bleachers. John laughed, running up the bleachers with Elliot. They got to me, I could feel eyes staring at me. He hoisted me up on his back, Elliot behind him in case he fell from the slippery wet bleachers.

He carried me down the bleachers. The cheerleaders formed a circle around something. I didn't really know what it was yet though. John put me down in the middle of the field.

"Okay, We are gonna sing happy birthday." John said. "1! 2! 3!"

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SABRINA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!" My jaw dropped open at all this. What more could he possibly do for me?

It stopped and went quiet. The cheerleaders opened up - and a huge cake (taller than me) was there. Tears formed my eyes, and I cried silently. Tears of Joy. John put his arms around my waist and whispered, "Make it a good one." John smiled in my ear. "I love you."