Hi. My name is Abigal. Abigal Adams. Yeah, yeah, I know my name is the same as a lady who lived in the 1700s, and my last name relates to the creepy Adams family, and you probably think my parents were crazy to name me that, but really, my family and I are normal people. Really. Even my sister.
I kick off my sheets and look out the window. Rain. April showers again. I stand up and stretch. Suddenly, I hear a knock on the door and Mom barges in.
"Happy birthday, honey!" She says, smiling. Wait, what? I'm really confused. Isn't my birthday tomorrow?
"What day is it?" I say, just to be sure.
"The 17th, sweetie." Mom says. Oh. So it's not tomorrow.
"I'm going to make waffles, ok, honey? Get ready and come down!"
"Ok!" I call. I quickly close my door, avoiding... whoops. Too late. A high heeled foot wedges in between the crack in the door. The foot belongs to my older sister, Jessie. The door is pushed open.
"Hey, Abby, I just heard your conversation with Mom. You didn't remember your birthday? Hashtag LAME!! I've been, like, counting the days until my birthday." She looks me up and down. "Oh, and by the way, footie pajamas are so not in style,"
I sigh. Jessie can be so annoying.
"Shut up, Jessie. It's not like you don't forget anything. Oh, and could you be a teensy bit nicer? It's my birthday, for Pete's sake."
"Whatever." says Jessie, and she flounces away. Right when I close the door, I hear Dad's voice.
"Hurry up, Abby! You're gonna miss the bus!"
I have to take the bus? On my birthday? I can't believe it.
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General FictionThis is a story about a 12 year old girl who encounters bullying and other obstacles that 6th graders experience. She doesn't know how to solve these problems, and her best friend has to constantly protect her. Will she learn to stick up for herself...
