It was finally the big day.

Daryl's birthday.

Everyone was invited, because Daryl was so popular they all wanted to come (read: they were too scared not to come in case they were killed for being a traitor)! Daryl was so delighted he threw a rock at a birds nest in excitement.

"All these pathetic people hanging around, giving me their gross germs. This is going to be terrible," he said in a tone of constrained happiness.

It was an hour until the guests were slated to appear. The party was to be held in a large hall, which was decorated in streamers and posters of Daryl's face. The staff had worked very hard to make the hall look fantastic, and Daryl admired it by ripping up a streamer and chucking it on the ground before complaining to one of that staff that they were not cleaning properly.

"Useless," Daryl said.

Soon enough the guests began to trickle in, accepting a drink of Ramune at the door (Daryl hated Ramune but the staff had bought boxes full of it and had to get rid of it somehow). They each bowed and smiled at Daryl as they walked in, and he scowled back at them politely.

"Happy birthday," They said nervously, and Daryl rolled his eyes.

"Whatever. Like I'd want to spend my birthday with a bunch of common filth like you people," he muttered in a very audible voice.

They all walked into the hall, where music was beginning to play. It was a song by Egoist. Daryl started to cry and shouted "I HATE THIS BAND! CHANGE THE SONG! THIS SONG SUCKS I HATE EGOIST! GOD!" so the DJ put Spice Girls on instead and Daryl said "it will do".
Everybody started to dance, except for Daryl who sat in the corner and glared at everyone. All of the sweat and body heat made him want to vomit so he made everyone dance outside (it was now raining), while he sat inside and tapped his foot to the music.

After an hour, Daryl was bored again so he let everyone come back inside, so long as they promised not to sneeze.

Daryl notified the staff that he was very bored, so they brought in the performers. First there were a group of acrobats who did amazing stunts. Daryl yawned. The guests gasped in wonder at the acrobats, applauding enthusiastically after each stunt. When one of the acrobats accidentally fell down, Daryl started laughing.

Next was a clown. He was to do magic tricks. But when the clown invited Daryl on to the stage, Daryl bared his teeth. "Why don't you make yourself disappear?" He snapped at the clown, and then he kicked the clowns shin and went to sit down.

Next were some musicians. They played wonderful melodies, ranging from classical to modern, serious to bubbly, and the crowd swayed in time. Daryl shouted "you guys stink!" and booed them off stage all by himself.

By this point, Daryl was getting painfully bored. He was also getting hungry.

"I want food now!" He shouted, and the servants rushed off to get some food. They brought out sausage rolls and noodles, but Daryl frowned and threw the food trays on the floor.

"Cake!" he yelled, "I demand cake!"

The cake had been specially made for Daryl, and the cook had worked for a week designing it, and had spent the last 3 days getting it right.

It was a massive cake, with heaps of layers. It was larger than a wedding cake. It had strawberries around the sides and vanilla cream dripping down. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARIL" was written on the side.

Daryl fumed. "DARIL? YOU CAN'T EVEN SPELL MY NAME RIGHT? PATHETIC!"

He kicked the table and the cake fell on top of a little boy who had been eyeing it off. Daryl grabbed a bit of cake and tasted it.

"This is disgusting!" He said and he stormed out of the room while the guests scrambled around the cake and ate it and sneezed.

Daryl went home and cried in his room. Another bad birthday party.