Dear Diary,                                                                                                  Sunday, November 11, 2007

A wonderful week; birthday week. A week dedicated to me and me alone. I awaited the day to come, and now the special, celebration of my birth has left, and I feel alone. I am sorry I have not posted in a while. School has invaded my world and I cannot find a moment where I can relax and not feel stressed. My normal mood has become "stressed out". A moment of peace. A cherished and wanted moment.

I awoke on my birthday to find a card beside me, under the covers. I opened the envelope to find a wonderful letter from my mother. The card read, "On November 8, Someone very special came into our lives... The day I met my first child, my only daughter. I didn't know who she would be... I am so proud of her. She is generous, kind, smart - beautiful inside and out. She has become her own person - and I am so happy to have her as my friend. How did I get so lucky? I love you Megan! Happy Birthday sweetie! YLM." My eyes filled with tears as I read the wet, heartfelt letter. I smiled and went downstairs to find another card against a blue water bottle. A blue envelope read "Megan" on the front. I opened the card to find an otter, up on its hind legs with big blue glasses on top of its head. I opened the card to find the words, "Happy Birthday to someone who's not like all the OTTERS! (That's a compliment, you know!) Megan, Happy birthday sweetheart. With all my love, Daddy xxoo (looks kind a cute huh!)". I felt overwhelmed with love and happiness. The cards had made my day.

I went to orchestra to announce the event of November 8. The violins, violas, cellos, and basses played Happy Birthday for me. I smiled and blushed, I felt warm and fuzzy inside!

School felt abnormally cheerful and I could not stop to think about the work, I could think only of the special day upon me. I smiled the entire time. In the end, I handed out cookie treats to our team and after school went upstairs to the Art Room. I had decided to join the November knitting club, a club dedicated to knitting scarves for one of the teacher's winter coat drive. I learned how to knit in the hour and started to make a scarf. Mom drove me home and I felt pleased to have no homework. I had dinner and watched Gilmore Girls for an hour. I fell asleep content, but sad that the day had ended.

And hear comes the conflict. Louisa, one of the friends I have trusted for three years has become an unpopular and poor topic with me. Elizabeth, Anna, and Victoria decorated my locker. She didn't. The entire team said and sang Happy Birthday to me, and friends from other teams did too. She did not. I walked into the lunchroom and smiled at her and waited for the simple phrase, "Happy Birthday". She said no phrase or anything. She returned a small smile and returned to her lunch and friends at her table. I sat down at my table, hurt and disappointed.

Carly's birthday came on November 9th, and Claire, a friend, followed by Louisa, walked down the hall as I tore down the wallpaper on my locker and started to remove the paper above. Louisa stopped and said, "Happy Birthday Megan. It was yesterday, right?" I replied, "Yes." She said "I knew that" or "I totally knew that." I wanted to scream now. Not only had she forgotten my birthday, but she accepted the fact. I had remembered hers and acted well to her for her birthday on Monday. I had decorated her locker somewhat, and she had neglected mine.

I assume she will continue to fail to notice the hurt inside of me. I hope the awkward and uncomfortable situation will end.

~Meg/Horselvr1188 "Birthday girl"