Tomorrow was Ace’s birthday, and I was beyond excited. I had a whole plan; part of it was already in action.

After Ace left me at dance practice, I waited until I knew he was gone and then snuck away to his house. I was going to leave one of the many presents I’d got him on his bed and decorate his room.

Then, after sleeping at my place, he would go home tomorrow morning to streamers and balloons and a huge banner in his bedroom, as well as a present.

After, when he came to pick me up for school, I would make him his favorite breakfast: cinnamon French...