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Friday -- Part Four

You coo, hands rubbing your arms as you press your check against something soft, squishy. It's a pillow. Your eyes flutter and you peer at the square plush. It had flower pedals all over, cartoony and colorful, something a child would have on their bed. You don't have flowers on your pillowcases...

You sit up and rub your eyes. They felt kind of sore and heavy like you've been napping for quite some time. Your next move is to look around your room. It was big, lavish even. There was bunnies painted on the wall, all simple white figures to match the soft beige-pink wallpaper and white ceiling. You blinked. There was a white overly fuzzy circular carpet in the middle of the room, your bed sideways, the right side pressed against the wall and the left facing the large room. At the end of your bed was a box, you recognized it to be a toy box. A wooden desk sat a few feet beside the bed, dark wood that had doodles and children's homework on it. ABCs and little 1+9+6 equations.
You stepped off the bed, your feet pressing the grounds surface and a chill running up your spine. It was cool. You looked down and saw little toes. Children's toes.
Is this... Your room? Are you back in fourth grade?
You stared at your little hands; they lacked wrinkles and scars, your toes so cute and entirely untouched from dirt, a purity seemed to glint off your flesh. There was some socks and a pair of shorts on the floor, a big closet to your right and two short dark wooded bookshelves holding on tight to a large array of colorful novels.

Huh...

"Y/N? Are you up yet? I made breakfast but we gotta get goin soon hon'! " You heard a familiar feminine voice call out to you. It took maybe a second or two for the voice's owner to come with it, your mother stepping into your room as she pushed the door aside. She was short and wore a dark grey-green sweater over some black baggy pants, some flats hidden somewhere under her pant leg. You looked up, her height englarged compared to yours yet you remember the last time you visited her as an adult and how small she was beside you.

"Hon'? You look pale. What's up? "

You looked around. This was all so surreal... A dream maybe? Is that what this is?

You shrugged your little shoulders and your mom sighed, crouching down to your level, patting you on the head softly.

"Oh my lil' girl. It's okay, I promise your birthday will be magical! I invited all your friends... Even the boy you like! "

"W-what? "

Your brain burned with memories rushing in.

It's your birthday today and your mom rented out Freddy's, which was the start to your whole obsession with it. The boy you like... His name was Jaiden, Jaiden Micheal. A weird name, but you must have a reason for remembering it so easily.

"Yes baby girl! Surprise! Aren't you excited? I bet he got you a great gift too! " You didn't blush because maybe as a kid this would've drove you up the wall, but now, you aren't little and the idea of 'Jaiden' didn't bring any butterflies. However, pizza sounded amazing right now.
You nodded, your mom brushing back your h/c hair softly as she happily grinned ear to ear, pleased that her plans are coming together as she liked.
She stood and repeated her own thoughts before ordering you to get ready, leaving the room to grab her things to leave.
You sighed softly.

What should you wear?

In the end, after rummaging through your closet filled with sparkly girls clothes, you picked a dark blue dress and left in a hurry to your own party.

On arrival you were greeted by the diners' workers, smiling and congratulating you on your birthday. You couldn't help but feel loved as you scooted your little body around, getting free pizza and enjoying the pleasantries of the pizzeria. It was big, the floor having that same signature black and white tile look to them. The tables felt thin, though. They felt like those metal tables with the grater holes on the seat you'd find at a playground, only these had confetti painted table cloths tossed over the top.
Eventually, there were others. A handful of other kids showed up but only three actually said happy birthday. Two girls and a boy. You were rather confused why most of the children ignored you, the birthday girl, and didn't even bring a gift. For the life of you, remembering these kids was proven impossible.