But, on the very small bright side, since he's gone it means I won't have to share my birthday cake with anyone anymore. I won't have anyone to play with though either, so it really sucks. Why, why'd he have to go?
Until today when he texted me at 3am saying 'yo u up?'. That was Clowny written all over. Looking for a booty call. But enough was enough. I was not falling for this shit again. Fuck his stupid drunk texts. "Clowny, I hate you!" I screamed. A distant honk could be heard.
Closer and closer it grew, reverberating through the darkness. I felt my skin tighten with goose flesh as I ran to close and lock all the doors and windows. But it was too late. The next honk I heard came from inside the house. All I could do now was hide and pray.