I was at my friend’s , Axar, birthday party. All was going well. The party was normal. There was cake, games and presents. First, we played pin the tale to the donkey. Then, there was the piñata. Inside was plastic spiders. Then, we had cake. It was a delicious cookie cake. Then, presents were opened. We laughed and had a good time. Suddenly, the door opened, and an officer walked in. “We know what you did.” I laughed. The room changed, and all around me were the ghosts of my friends, and the turns of the party.