SCARRED HEART

*Megan's POV*

"Open the door Amber, I need to get inside." I banged the door. I just came back from school to find myself locked out of the house and I know my annoying best friend Amber is inside the house doing god knows what.

"Stick your ass out for a few more seconds girl, I'm almost done" she yelled from inside the house.

I grit my teeth in annoyance, I will soak her head in the bathtub filled with cold water once I get inside my house.

After a while, she opened the door. I immediately rushed in and as I was running to my room, a delicious aroma stopped me and I made my way into the kitchen.

Getting there, I saw that the dining table has been set, on it lies three plates of spaghetti, a tray full of blueberry muffins and a chocolate cake with lit candles on top of it.

"Am, did you cook?"

"Happy birthday Meg and yea I did cooked" she went to the dining and pulled a chair out for me to sit.

I sat on it and she pushed a plate of spaghetti towards me.

"why would you do all these for my birthday? I was planning to sleep through it" I said with my mouth full of crushed spaghetti.

"You are 19 so yea it needs to be celebrated and you better not ruin my hardwork with you stupid comments" she glared at me

"i wanted to throw a party but I didn't want what happened last year to repeat itself so I decided to make these", she grimaced and I laughed.

Last year, on my birthday, I came home to find a party in my house and she shouted "happy birthday Megan, you are finally 18."

I didn't talk to her for weeks until she promised not to throw parties for my birthday again.

I don't see the fact why birthdays should be treated special, I mean...

birthdays should be treated special, I mean they are like other normal days. "Make a wish", I rolled my eyes and blow out the candles making no wishes. She packed the dishes and went to drop the dishes in the sink. I carried the tray of muffins and ran to my room.

"Hey come back here with those muffins" Amber shouted, "never! thanks for the meal it was delicious" I shouted back. I locked my room door after I got inside and sat on my bed devouring the little delicious commodities that are sitting on my tray. Amber deserve an award for her cooking. I could finish a bowl of meal and still be craving for more, okay I was kidding. The only reason I consume alot of food is that I love food alot, probably more than I love myself. After I finished eating, I went to take a shower. Jumping on my bed, getting ready to take a nap, a knock was made on my door.

"Megan get ready, we