11.45 pm, 30th July. The calendar alert on my iPad beeped as I lay on my bed, engrossed in my favourite Fanfiction on Harry Potter. Fifteen more minutes, and I will be Twenty One! What's the point? Just like every year, at 12 AM sharp, my childhood bestie cum neighbour Vic aka Victor will climb the ladder next to my bedroom and enter my room as if it was his own. He would then wish me and make me cut the same flavourless dairy free cake (I'm allergic to dairy) sprinkled with even more tasteless jokes, as he once again makes fun of everything about me. Vic "thinks" he got a great sense of humour. He just finished training as a Pilot, and as a twenty four year old, he was one of the youngest to graduate from the academy. So, his head and ego are always up in the air, which makes him think he is the best in everything he does. He thinks he is the best baker in the neighbourhood; so, he bakes my birthday cake and brings it
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