This is great! thought Annabelle happily.
Then all of a sudden Chloe screamed. ‘OOOOWWWW!’
Annabelle’s mum came running out of the house.
‘What’s happened?’
Annabelle could tell that Chloe was trying hard not to cry.
‘My foot really, really hurts,’ she said, with a wobbly voice.
Annabelle’s mum quickly looked at Chloe’s foot.
‘It’s a bee sting,’ she said. ‘You’d better sit inside and put your foot up. Everyone else wait here. It’s time for the cake!’
Poor Chloe, thought Annabelle. Bee stings really hurt!
And to make things worse she was going to miss out on seeing the cake.
‘Here it comes!’ called Siri.
The back door opened and out came Uncle Bob, carrying the cake. It was decorated with candles and sparklers. Everyone sang Happy Birthday as Uncle Bob put the cake down on a fold-up table in front of Annabelle.
Usually Annabelle loved this part. But today it didn’t feel quite right. It was like something was missing. Then Annabelle realised what it was.
Nicole still wasn’t there!
Maybe she’s decided not to come after all, thought Annabelle, disappointed.
When the singing stopped someone called out, ‘Hip hip!’
‘Hooray!’ shouted everyone else.
‘Hip hip!’ said the voice again.
Annabelle looked around. It sounded like the voice was coming from over the fence. And then it was her turn to shout ‘hooray’, because coming through the back gate was Nicole!
Nicole was still wearing her basketball dclothes. She was bright red in the face.
‘Did you win?’ asked Annabelle.
Nicole pulled a face.
‘Well, actually … ’ she said.
Annabelle’s heart sank. Poor Nic! She must have lost. What a shame!
But then Nicole’s face broke into a smile. ‘We won!’
‘That’s so great!’ said Annabelle, jumping up and down.
‘Is anyone going to blow out these candles?’ asked Uncle Bob. ‘The cake is going to catch on fire soon!’
‘Oops!’ said Annabelle.
She turned around and blew out all the candles in one breath.
‘Don’t forget to make a wish!’ said Chloe, who had hobbled back outside.
Annabelle shut her eyes and thought about what to wish for. Usually she wished for a pony.
But today she had a different wish.
I wish it could be my birthday forever!
Annabelle’s mum handed her a knife with a pink ribbon tied around the handle. As Annabelle cut the cake she was careful not to touch the bottom so her wish would come true. Then her mum cut the cake into slices and handed them around.
Nicole took a bite of hers.
‘Hey, this is like the cake I had at my party!’ she said.
‘It’s from the same bakery,’ explained Annabelle. ‘It’s so yum, isn’t it?’
‘It is yum,’ agreed Nicole. ‘But the ones your mum makes are even better.’
‘Yeah,’ said Michiko. ‘Your mum’s cakes rock. I love all the cool shapes and colours she makes them.’
‘Me too,’ said Lola. ‘I always love your invitations, too. I’ve kept all of them!’
Annabelle stared at her friends. She was too surprised to say anything. Did everyone like her old parties after all?
‘I thought … ’ she started to say.
But Annabelle didn’t get to finish her sentence because suddenly Sophie yelled, ‘Look out!’
Annabelle spun around.
The fold-up table the cake was sitting on was starting to collapse!
‘Oh, no!’ cried Annabelle.
She rushed forward to catch the cake before it fell. But before she got there she tripped on a rock and fell flat on her face.
A second later the cake toppled off the table. It fell with a splat beside her.
‘Are you OK?’ asked Michiko, helping Annabelle up.
Annabelle looked down at her clothes.
There was a big grass stain on her shirt and a rip in her skirt. And birthday cake everywhere!
When Mum sees my concert clothes I’m going to be in big trouble, thought Annabelle, her eyes blurry with tears.
That was when Annabelle decided she’d had enough of this party. Everything was meant to be perfect on your birthday. But things just kept going wrong.
Annabelle ran into the house and into her bedroom. She got changed and then flopped down on her bed.
It was strange. Not long ago she had wished that her birthday would last forever. Now she just wanted it to be over.
Annabelle’s violin was in its case next to her bed. She picked it up. Playing music always made her feel better. But today it only helped a bit. Definitely not enough to want to go back outside.
After she had been playing for a while there was a knock on her door.
‘Can I come in?’ asked her mum.
Annabelle looked at her concert clothes crumpled up on the floor. She didn’t want her mum to see that she had ruined them. But there was no point hiding them. Her mum would find out in the end.
‘OK,’ said Annabelle.
Her mum came in and sat beside her.
‘You are playing so well, Belly,’ she said. ‘I can’t wait to hear you at the concert.’
‘I won’t be able to play,’ said Annabelle sadly.
‘Why not?’ asked her mum, surprised.
‘Because I’ve wrecked my concert clothes,’ admitted Annabelle, showing her.
Annabelle’s mum looked at the grass stain and the tear.
‘You know, these aren’t too bad. I think that grass stain will come out. And I can sew up that tear so you won’t even know it’s there. Besides,’ she added. ‘You have to play at the concert so you can wear this.’
She handed Annabelle a small blue box with a purple ribbon tied around it.
Annabelle was confused.
‘But I thought the cake was my present,’ she said.
‘This isn’t really a birthday present,’ explained her mum. ‘It’s to show how proud I am that you’re about to play in your first concert.’
Annabelle opened the box.
Inside was a small silver treble clef, hanging on a chain.
‘It’s so beautiful!’ said Annabelle. ‘Can I wear it today or do I have to wait for the concert?’
‘You can wear it today,’ her mum laughed. ‘Put it on and then come with me. There’s something else you should see.’
Annabelle followed her mum into the kitchen. All her friends were crowded around the kitchen table.
‘What’s going on?’ asked Annabelle.
Her friends all stepped to the side. Annabelle couldn’t believe it. There on the table was a brand new birthday cake! It was shaped like a castle with lots of pointy turrets.
‘Do you like it?’ asked Nicole. ‘We made it out of ice-cream! And the turrets are ice-cream cones.’
‘Yeah, what do you think?’ said Chloe. ‘Is it as good as the other one?’
Annabelle looked at the cake. It was already starting to melt. On the side someone had written, ‘Happy Birthday, Bell!’ in chocolate dots. Some of the letters were much bigger than the others.
Annabelle looked at her friends.
‘Are you kidding?’ she said. ‘It’s way better than the other one!’
‘Hey!’ said Nicole. ‘This means we can sing Happy Birthday again. But let’s sing it the other way this time.’
As she started singing, everyone else joined in. Even Annabelle’s mum!
Happy birthday to you
You live in the zoo
You look like a monkey
And you smell like one too!
When the song finished, everyone cheered again. And this time it was even louder than before.
‘Let’s eat the cake!’ said Annabelle.
Then she grabbed one of the turretcones and used it to scoop u
p some of the ice-cream castle.
‘Cool!’ giggled Sarah, reaching out for a turret.
Before long everyone else was licking a turret, too.
‘How about a swim?’ suggested Lola.
‘Great idea,’ agreed Sophie, starting to head outside. Then she stopped. ‘Hang on … None of us have our bathers.’
‘Wait there!’ said Annabelle, dashing out of the room.
She ran to her bedroom and grabbed as many T-shirts as she could find. Five minutes later, everyone was in the pool. Annabelle couldn’t stop laughing. It was so funny to see everyone swimming around in her clothes.
Nicole swam up to her.
‘I wish I’d been here from the start,’ she said. ‘Everyone keeps telling me what a great party it’s been.’
Annabelle was surprised. She hadn’t thought the party was very good at all. But then she thought about the day. A few bad things had happened. Like Chloe getting a bee sting. And the cake getting wrecked. But there had been lots of good things, too.
She looked around at everyone playing in the pool. Sophie and Michiko were both trying to sit on the li-lo, but they kept falling off. Dani was teaching the others her crazy dance. It looked even crazier in the water.
‘I guess it has been pretty good,’ said Annabelle, smiling. ‘But I wonder what the Party Princess would say about it?’
‘Who cares what she thinks?’ Nicole sang out. ‘You know more about parties than she does, any day!’
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