A very short story: In search of true love

By the time I reached, Babloo had already cut the cake. I had deliberately reached late, arriving at the opportune moment when dinner was being served. 

I recognised a few faces, most were Babloo's school friends.

I avoided their gaze. 

They treated me as an outcast, often hurling snide remarks and scornful looks at my fragile and unpleasant build.

I sneaked into a corner, disappointed at the menu. I do have a sweet tooth but I dislike chocolate pastries.

A shriek exploded near my ears. Namrota had spotted me. 

I panicked, frisked into a drain pipe and landed headfirst over something soft. 

My whiskers stood up in glee. 

I had found my cheese. Yay

[This post is a part of the game ‘NibblePromptly’ in the birthday party at A Rat’s Nibble.]