Everyone had been invited. Everyone except me. Even Reynold, the guy everyone said ate food off the ground and talked to himself.
It didn’t matter that I didn’t even like Julie, the girl who was having the party. It was the principle that mattered.
I’d been to one of her parties before. The food was terrible. I mean, who serves carrot sticks and, well, healthy food? And no party is complete without fairy bread. Even so, I wanted to go.
Everyone had been invited. Everyone except me.
What an insult, I thought.
But that’s the way it was with birthday parties of a seven year old.