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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 The Birthday<\/em><\/p>\n I made a wish. You know the wishes you make before you blow out the candles. Yeah, I think my wish was pretty interesting<\/em>. I\u2019ll just tell you how it all started:<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u201cKyle, Sandra, Mike,\u201d my mom yelled. \u201cCome down for breakfast!\u201d I raced down the stairs faster than everyone else and beating them to the table. I was so hungry. \u201c\u2019I\u2019m ready,\u201d I said. I then turned to see Mom looking at me. \u201cJake, what are you doing here,\u201d she asked. \u201cYou know where you eat.\u201d She was pointing to the broken down chair outside. I looked back at her and said, \u201cBut today is October 13th. My birthday. You said I get to eat a meal with you guys for once.\u201d Mom rolled her eyes and sighed. \u201cFine,\u201d she said. \u201cBut you only get one waffle and that\u2019s it!\u201d I was so excited by not only the fact I get to enjoy a descent breakfast, but it\u2019s also my birthday. Usually, I don\u2019t eat with the family, I eat outside. I get to eat waffles and milk instead of bread and water. My two brothers and my sister then entered the kitchen and sat down.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is he doing here,\u201d my brother Mike said. Mom served everyone their waffles and milk and sat down. \u201cIt\u2019s his birthday today,\u201d she said. \u201cI\u2019m sorry but he has to sit with us.\u201d Kyle then got out of his seat and started walking toward me. \u201cYour birthday, huh,\u201d he asked with a smile on his face. \u201cY-Yeah.\u201d Kyle nodded and said, \u201cHow old are you turning?\u201d I gulped nervously. \u201cT-Twelve.\u201d He then started laughing in a crazy way. \u201cHey guys,\u201d he yelled. \u201cHe\u2019s twelve! Twelve punches each!\u201d Everyone, including Mom, got out of their seat and started punching me everywhere.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Seven Hours Later\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n I walked home covered with bruises and bumps. The punches that I got from this morning was nothing compared to what I got the rest of the day. Kids at school started smashing lunch food in my face, thanks to Kyle. Everyone in my P.E class started throwing basketballs at me because Sandra told them to. Also, more kids at school started kicking me twelve times each and that was because of Mom and Mike. Mom honked the horn and told everyone it was my birthday and Mike told the kids to start kicking me. Today was a little bit worse than the other birthdays. While I was walking, I stopped by a supermarket to pick up some food for myself. As soon as I walked in, Mr. Lugas spotted me with all the wounds on me.<\/p>\n \u201cHey Jake,\u201d he said while he put another batch of his bread in the oven. \u201cWhat happened to you?\u201d I tried to think of a lie, the most believable one. \u201cI fell off my bike while I was trying to do a trick.\u201d He then nodded and smiled. \u201cWhat?\u201d I asked. He suddenly pulled out a cupcake with a candle on it. \u201cHappy Birthday,\u201d he exclaimed. I was shocked. No one this day has once said a genuine \u2018Happy Birthday\u2019 except Mr. Lugas. I quickly ran over the counter and hugged him. \u201cThank you,\u201d I said while tearing up. \u201cThank you so much!\u201d Mr. Lugas then started hugging me and then we both let go at the same time. \u201cWow,\u201d he said. \u201cI didn\u2019t realize that you were so sensitive about your birthday. Is this how you reacted with your mom and your siblings?\u201d I nodded. Mr. Lugas never found out how my family really treats me. He then handed me the cupcake with the candle on it. \u201cThanks again Mr. Lugas,\u201d I said. \u201cI\u2019m going to save it until I get home.\u201d I turned to walk away but Mr. Lugas stopped me. \u201cIn that case I have another present for you,\u201d he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lighter. I looked at him and started feeling a little bit scared. If Mom caught me with this lighter than she would lock me in the basement. \u201cI appreciate the gift but if Mom\u2026\u201d He put his finger on my lips. \u201cJust take it,\u201d he said. He unfolded my hands and put the lighter in it.\u00a0 He then disappeared into the kitchen.<\/p>\n I placed the cupcake on the kitchen table and began praying. On every Sunday I\u2019ll try and go to church. After I was done, I took out the lighter and began to light the candle. \u201cI hope I have a better birthday next year,\u201d I said. \u201cI also wish that maybe my family would give me a chance. I know I was a mistake but I don\u2019t want them treating me like this.\u201d I then started to blow out my candle when Kyle snatched the cupcake. The candle fell out but it was still lit. I grabbed it and started running after him. \u201cGive it back,\u201d I yelled. I then turned into the living room to see Kyle eating my cupcake. He turned toward me and said, \u201cHey, this stuff is good,\u201d he said while stuffing his mouth. Mom then walked in and saw what was happening. \u201cI cannot believe this, Kyle,\u201d she said. Finally, Mom was sticking up for me. \u201cI can\u2019t believe you didn\u2019t save me a piece!\u201d Then, Mom and Kyle started laughing. I burst into tears and yelled, \u201cI wish you guys were all dead! All of you!\u201d Out of nowhere, the candle and all the lights in the house went out. Sandra and Mike came running out of their rooms. \u201cMom! The lights are out,\u201d she yelled. \u201cOh, so scary,\u201d Kyle said while laughing. Suddenly a bullet burst through the window and hit him in the head. He fell to the ground with blood oozing everywhere. Everyone screamed except me. I was just in shock. Mom ran to Kyle and started crying. I looked through the window to see a guy wearing a smiling emoji mask with a rifle. He looked at me and waved. I then closed the curtains and ran to lock the door. Mom then grabbed me by the hand and asked, \u201cWho\u2019s outside?\u201d I had no words. Kyle is dead and there\u2019s a man outside who\u2019s trying to kill us.<\/p>\n Mom ran to the phone and dialed 911. The rest of us just sat at the couch, scared. \u201cDammit,\u201d she yelled. \u201cThere\u2019s no service!\u201d She then fell on the ground and started crying. Sandra and Mike went to comfort her. I followed them but Mom pushed me away. \u201cDon\u2019t you realize you are mistake,\u201d she exclaimed. \u201cNo one loves or cares about you! If only your father were here to take you, he only loved you! Just get the hell away from me!\u201d I then slowly went back to sit on the couch. Just then, the door broke down and the man walked inside. Mike, Sarah, and I ran toward the room. Mom ran to hide somewhere else. Sandra opened her room door. \u201cHurry up,\u201d she yelled. She ran inside and I followed her. We hid under the bed but realized that Mike was gone. He then ran inside and yelled, \u201cWhere are you guys?!\u201d Before we got to speak, we saw a machete thrown into Mike\u2019s head. He fell to his knees and then onto the floor. Blood was everywhere. We could see his dead body; his eyes were still open.<\/p>\n \u201cOh my god! Oh my god!\u201d Sandra was screaming those words so loud. I told her to shut up because I heard some footsteps. The man then walked slowly into the room and stood over Mike. He bent down and took the machete out of his head. I was sure he probably saw us, but he didn\u2019t do anything. He just turned and walked out. I turned toward Sandra and she was shivering. \u201cIt\u2019s okay he\u2019s gone,\u201d I said. Sandra then stopped but suddenly she was dragged out. \u201cNo! No,\u201d she screamed while kicking and squirming her way out. The man then held his machete up and quickly slit her throat. She was coughing and gagging blood. He then repeatedly started stabbing her in the stomach many times. I was just watching. I didn\u2019t even try to help her. \u2018I have to get out of here\u2019<\/em>, I thought. I then slowly got out from under the bed and tried to walk past the man. He then turned his head toward me and stood up. I ran away before he could try to kill me. I could hear his footsteps behind me getting closer and closer. I ran into the kitchen and hid under the table. Suddenly, two hands grabbed me and pushed me out from under the table. I turned around to see it was Mom.<\/p>\n \u201cMom, please don\u2019t do this,\u201d I said while tearing up. She then looked toward me and pulled out a gun. \u201cI was supposed to do this years ago,\u201d she said. \u201cI tried all my life to make it look like an accident, but it was just too damn hard.\u201d She pointed the gun at me and started laughing. \u201cGood-bye Jake.\u201d But then, two hands grasped her neck and pulled her out from the table. It was the man. He then walked toward me with Mom still in his hands. \u201cYou\u2026Son of a\u2026Bitch,\u201d she murmured. \u201cI should\u2019ve-\u201d There was then a snap and Mom fell on the ground. The man walked toward me and then stuck his hand out to help me up. I didn\u2019t take it, I just tried crawling away. \u201cGet away from me,\u201d I yelled. He then pulled his hand back. \u201cBut Jake,\u201d he said while walking toward me. \u201cI thought this was your wish?\u201d I was confused. How did he know my name? How did he know my wish? The man then stopped walking. He reached for his face and took his mask off. It was Mr. Lugas. \u201cJake, I\u2019m your father,\u201d he said. He reached down into his pocket and pulled out a cupcake with a candle on it. \u201cSorry about the mess, son. Happy Birthday.\u201d<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0<\/strong>4 Years Later\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/strong>So there you have it, that was my wish. Pretty exciting, huh? Well, hopefully you have many good birthdays, just like mine. \u201cJake,\u201d my dad yelled. \u201cThe cake is here!\u201d I closed my notebook and ran downstairs. \u201cHey, birthday boy,\u201d Dad said. \u201cReady for some cake?\u201d I nodded and walked to the table to sit down. \u201cDad,\u201d I said. \u201cJust to let you know, I\u2019m sixteen. I\u2019m not a little boy anymore.\u201d Dad then placed the cake on the table. \u201cI know son,\u201d he said while lighting the candles. \u201cBut your growing up so fast, I just wish I was with you before.\u201d I then smiled and hugged him. \u201cAlright,\u201d he said. \u201cMake a wish.\u201d I thought of one in my head; every wish counts. I blew out the candle. Suddenly, all the lights in the house went out.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0 The End.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 The Birthday I made a wish. You know the wishes you make before you blow out the candles. 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