*SANTANA MILLER*
“Happy Birthday!!!” Carmen made a high pitched squeal and hugged me while I am still on my bed.
“OW!” I yelped in pain as hey elbow hit my stomach.
“Ops….sorry.” she said.
I grimaced. “Carmen, what are you doing so early?” I complained.
She raised her eyebrow. “No…don’t, please don’t…” she said it dramatically.
“What?”
“Don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday?”
I looked at her, comprehending the words that just came out from her mouth. Birthday?
“Oh.” Is all I can say.
Carmen slapped me on the shoulder. “Silly, how could you forget your own birthday?”
“Carmen…do we really have to make this an issue?” she nodded. “Whatever.” I said and rolled my eyes. I covered my face with my pillow to try to sleep again, if I still can.
But Carmen…as stubborn as she is pull
