Flames

Everyone began clapping. It was my 10th birthday party and the theme was cupcakes. My family just finished singing Happy Birthday, and in front of me was a two-tier cake in the shape of a giant cupcake. I had my hair down with two mini space buns and was wearing a cute little dress decorated with cupcakes. My aunts and uncles, grandmas and grandpas, and all of my cousins were there. 

“Make a wish and blow out the candles!” One of my cousins shouted. I quietly whispered a wish to myself, that one day I would be someone important. The cake had five candles on it, with swirls of pink and yellow. I breathed heavily, trying to blow out the candles, but I only blew out two candles. I tried again and blew out two more. Only one left, I thought to myself. I must’ve ducked my head too close to that candle, because a few strands of hair that fell down to my face were the unlucky ones that caught on fire.

Nearly everyone in the crowd of my family began shouting. I was panicking too. A few of my cousins sprinted to the kitchen, while others ran to me.

“Macy! Come here! Shake your head around!” my aunt exclaimed in a mix of surprise and panic. I tried wiggling my head around, but that just made the table go up in flames too. My cousins who had run into the kitchen came back with at least a dozen cups filled with water and splashed it all over the room. The table was all burned up and so was I. The last thing I remembered before passing out was me hysterically crying and everyone else crowding around me.