Please, no surprises

Sobbing in a heap on the floor. That’s how she found me, and it was all her fault.

Because that’s what surprises do to me.

Oh, it was a good surprise, the party for my fifteenth birthday. I couldn’t have been more pleasantly surprised. We were more than a hundred miles from home that summer at basketball camp. I had even forgotten it was my birthday. But she didn’t. Not my best friend, Sally. It was important enough that she managed to make special arrangements to celebrate my day, and I rewarded her by running away. Continue reading