The perfect party

On my birthday last year, November 7, I thought everyone had forgotten about it. It doesn't really matter but it's nice when someone mentions it. However, when I woke up that morning I went to school as usual. The sky was grey but the leaves were in many beautiful colours like they always are in the autumn.
The first lesson started and nobody said anything. Great. The day passed and the last lesson ended. I went home again and opened the front door. Mum was in the kitchen and cooking something. I walked upstairs and sat on my bed. I took a book and started to read.
At six o'clock the doorbell rang. I went downstairs and opened the door. There were all my friends. Okay, not everyone but some of them, Emelie, Johanna, Emma, Maria, Matilda, Louisa, Karin and of course Charlotte had arrived. They were hidden behind a bouquet of red, black and white roses which were very beautiful. I thanked them all and we went in to the kitchen. Mum had prepared dinner all afternoon. My friends, my family and I sat down and we had a great time. As dessert we ate a chocolate cake. Mum had made it and it was so yummy. The day turned into night and everyone went into the living room. My dad had put our piano in a corner of the room and Maria played a piano piece for all of us. She knows that I love classical piano music and it was really wonderful.

I got a present too, apart from the flower. I'm a bit worried for people who are worse off than me. My dad said that they, he and mum, had sent some money to Unicef which is a organization that helps people around the world to live a better life. I was so happy to help people a little. Later, my family went upstairs and me and my friend had a very great evening, even if we just talked.

This was the story about my birthday party and that night I went to bed happy and so tiered...