fucking rockstars.

it was a birthday party. the family and friends were there, the friends mostly for the food. it was her seventh birthday and all the kids seemed between seven and fourteen. one of the girls was very pretty, but had a large belly which seemed out of place, yet curiously attractive. her mother was also in attendance, though a worn looking woman, much younger than she appeared. the parents at the party were busy keeping the kids organized, which seemed to go against their breeding.

it was time to cut the cake. the birthday girl sat in front of the chocolate cake that had her name spelled out in candy. everybody sang fake, then the wind blew out the candle first. her mom had to light it again, so she could make a wish. then it began to rain before presents could be opened, so everyone ran inside.

uninterested parents looked on as the seven year old excitedly showed them the seven dollars she recieved. minor conversations took place in the small living room. the mother who had been in labor only seven years earlier, bragged about how much more self-esteem her husband has had since he got his new teeth. he was on the other side of the room talking to another parent, not listening to his wife's conversation. then one of the parents asked the curiously attractive girl, so you're married? yes, last August, she replied. and then we separated in march, two months before the baby's due, she said loudly, as if telling a good joke. the expression on her mother's face didn't change, as if she saw this all coming a long time ago.