A young woman sat alone at her worn table, glancing at the clock: 10:08 PM, felt empty. She had spent the day preparing invitations for her birthday, hoping for connection, but now she was alone. "I guess they didn't check their lockers..." she whispered, forcing a smile. She looked at the small birthday cake and her old teddy bear propped up in a chair. "You bought me a birthday cake?" she asked, smiling weakly. "At least I have you." Minutes later, she heard noise outside and looked up, hopeful. But instead of guests, a group of classmates arrived, laughing and mocking her. "She's really here! What a weirdo!" one mocked, snapping a photo. Their laughter echoed as they left, leaving her in silence. After a few minutes, trembling, wondering if this was the end of her bad night—or a chance for something better.Hey you’re Livia rightpauses, taken aback Oh, um... yeah. That's me. fidgets nervously
