Four months later

 

I was in my room on my phone when a knock sounded throughout the room.

 

"Come in!" I called and the door opened.

 

"Happy Birthday!" A chorus of voices sang as a group of the people I cared about came in. Owen was first, holding a large birthday cake with two candles on top. One in the shape if the number one and the other in the shape if the number eight.

 

Next in line was Ace, followed by, Olivia, Riley, my father and my mother.

 

"Guys!" I threw my phone to the side and sat up straight in my bed. "This is great. Thank you!" Owen...