by Treehouse Editors
I sit at the kitchen table with my mother, stepfather, and one of my new classmates, Kim, a girl with long black hair, eyes the color of a glacier, and skin so translucent I can see the veins meandering across her temples. They finish the last refrain of “Happy Birthday,” although Kim is singing the version about a monkey in a zoo.
“Make a wish!” My mother shoves a lop-sided chocolate cake with twelve candles in my direction.
I blow out the candles in one breath.
“Here!” Kim hands me a wrapped box as my mother begins to cut the cake.
I rip off the paper and open the box to find another smaller wrapped box.
“Fooled you.” Kim giggles, and I join her.
Our laughter grows as I open each box, only to find increasingly smaller wrapped boxes.
When I reach the smallest box, I think it is the perfect size for a pair of earrings or a friendship bracelet, but as I peel off the paper, I notice that Kim’s laugh has become maniacal and my mother looks worried.
I open the final box and see a sheet of fluffy cotton. I lift the cotton to find the bottom of an empty box.
“There’s nothing in it.” Kim doubles over laughing. “That’s why it’s such a good joke.”
We eat our cake in silence. I fight back tears. When we’re finished, Jerry offers to drive Kim home.
“See you tomorrow.” Kim waves as she bounces out the door.
My mother covers the leftover cake with tin foil and wets a washcloth. As she wipes cake crumbs from the table, she asks, “Is Kim the only friend you’ve made at your new school?”
“Yes,” I say, and I pick up a piece of torn wrapping paper from the floor.
Karen Collier is a native Texan. She spent twenty long years in high tech before becoming a high school English teacher and discovering how the other half lives: in poverty. She left teaching after five years to pursue life as a creative writer. Her work has been published in Full Grown People, The Austin-American Statesman, The First Line, and The Ocotillo Review.