Birthday
Eighteenth of may. I had been waiting for it all year long. I had actually counted the days, for a month. I bet you think I am pathetic, and well say that if you want. I sing 'happy birthday to me' not out loud obviously.
I love birthday's. They spark little bits of magic. I feel closer to myself on birthdays. I know it sounds weird. I was going to be fourteen. A year older. It is weird really. On birthday's you do not really feel different, like a year older, but you are. I had given up on the whole Ipod idea, but little did I know, I was about to get one for my birthday.
It had become my birthday, and I was still sleeping. I heard a knocking sound, but ignored it. I was tossing and turning, trying to block out all noise. But it persisted. I sat up, feeling angry. Annoyed. Dazed. Tired. The sunlight shon through the translucent curtains. I then remembered, it was my birthday. I smiled at once. The knocking had stopped, but I heard a creak, and the door opened. It was Jenna and Callum.
"Hello." The say in unison,like two evil twins in horror movies.
"Hi." I replied.
"Happy Birthday." they said loudly.
I remembered that I scowled at Callum as a joke, saying no boys in girls room and he handed me a parcel. It was wrapped in silver tissue paper, and a sparkly silver bow. It had a tag, and written in silver ink, it wrote happy birthday, from Callum I wanted to tear it apart. I had to know what it was, but instead, I savoured the monent, and opened it slowly. It was an Ipod.
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