“Pssh,” someone shakes my shoulder, trying to wake me up.
“Keith, let me sleep,” I mumble and fall asleep again.
“Pssh, Kiara, wake up,” someone whispers again. I ignore it, snuggle into the pillow and fall asleep again.
“SPARKLE, I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON’T WAKE UP NOW, I WILL EAT THE CAKE MYSELF,” someone shouts in my ear.
WAIT, SPARKLE, CAKE? Keith doesn’t call me sparkle.
I suddenly sit up, and I rub my eyes to adjust to the darkness.
I see Reed and Ryder sitting on my bed with a cake in their hands. The cake is beautifully decorated, and there is a candle on the top with the number 17.
“Happy birthday, sparkle,” Reed greets me with a smile.
Birthday. It’s my birthday, and I am turning 17 today. A huge smile appears on my face.
“Happy birthday, Kiara,” Ryder wishes me and giv
