It was just Clyde's luck to end up in detention on his birthday. It would have been ironic, maybe, if Clyde had been having the best day ever, only to find himself detained after school. Likewise, if Clyde had been waiting to get home for some birthday celebration, that would have been annoying. But the sad fact was that not a single person had remembered his birthday, and if they had, they hadn't mentioned it. He had only been 20 minutes late to English because he'd slipped on an empty tampon wrapper in the hallway, hit his face against an open locker, and ended up visiting the nurse. Even with awkward bandages plastered against his cheek and a split lip, Clyde ended up in detention, because he'd forgotten to get a note from the nurse. While his teacher had been writing him a slip he grappled with bursting out, "It's my birthday!" but he restrained himself. Why would this woman care if it was Clyde's birthday? No one else did.
Clyde had enjoyed detention in the past. His single previo