On my 13th birthday I invited my only friend to a painting class. She told me she would be there then the next day she told me that she somehow forgot she had another birthday in New York the same day. The entire birthday was very depressing. The week after, I asked her how the party was and she told me she never went to New York. A few months later I found out the reason she lied was because her mother thought I wanted to date her. The painting also turned out terrible.
