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My birthday, well, our birthday. Ginny and I's 16th birthday. Ginny doesn't like our birthday, but I love it! Yeah, I'm sharing it with my bitch of a sister, but each year I get to torment her with my presence.
Considering the fact I've been distancing myself from Ginny lately, I don't think we're spending our birthday together.
Mom probably has something big planned. I'll just bail out of it by saying I have work.
I put on my outfit for the day, moisturized and brushed out my hair then styled it in a slicked-back low ponytail, and did whatever else I usually incorporate in my morning routine.
( Everyone's morning routine is different so that's why I didn't 100% go into detail. Also, I like this outfit, but feel free to change it if you'd like to! <3 And pair whatever shoes you think would go with it, if you choose to keep it!)
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"I'm hot as fuck." I say to myself in the mirror. "Marcus was a pussy. He wouldn't have been able to handle me anyway."
I'm not gonna lie Marcus still lingered throughout my mind now and then. What do you expect? He was my first boyfriend. Maybe right person wrong time?
I grabbed whatever I needed and threw it into my backpack, but I slid my phone into my pocket and headed downstairs.
As I walked downstairs and heard my mom singing "Happy Birthday" to Ginny.
