"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you." I shoved a cupcake in my mouth. I poured some orange juice into a cup, inhaling that as well, to help with the dry cake. "Sweet sixteens are so fun." I hummed, going outside. It was 11:43 PM. I had forgot today was my birthday, so when I woke up at 11 I grabbed one of my moms cupcakes and had my own pity party. I sat on the pretty broken porch for a while before my mom drove into the driveway. She got out of the car, and from the car lights I could tell she had been drinking and dancing again. Yeah, she pretty much always drank during the day, but when she had a 'client' with her, everything was worse.