Back to the Sixties

Well I'll do anything for my sweet sixteen

This chapter I dedicated to The Aud One. Thanks for being my first fan! 

The title is based on the Billy Idol song 'Sweet Sixteen'. You can check it out here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ClxXDfvtoj0

Last time I checked wishes don't come true.. or do they?

Throughout my lifetime I have wished on a shooting star, a four leaf clover and  even an eyelash. Each time I always made the same wish: to travel back to the sixties. Except every morning I would wake up in the same bed and the same century. 

It was my sixteenth birthday and I was getting tired of dealing with the 21st century.  My mother always tells me "life is better in the 21st century". I highly doubt that. What can I say? I'm just a girl that craves for the sixties peace & love vibe. 

My mom and I have lived together ever since my dad decided he was going to to pursue his dream of owning a multi-million dollar business and decided that we were burdens. My dad accomplished his dream but never bothered coming back for us. When I did visited him once he showered me with gifts, hoping that a bunch of brand name clothes and a Rolex watch would make up for missing my first day of school, and my first performance. My dad just doesn't understand what it's like to go the daddy-daughter dance with your mom's disgusting boyfriend Steve. While all the rest of the girls are dancing with their dads having the time of their lives.  

I haven't talked to  my dad in over 5 months. He even bought my mom and I an appartment in New York 20 minutes away from his lavish house and told me "Now you can visit me every weekened." This was 3 years ago. Whenever I called him and asked him if he wanted to go for coffee he would always say "I'm busy" or, "I don't have time." So 5 months ago I just gave up and decided that I should just leave my dad alone with his busy life. I can't argue with my dad he is indeed a busy man.  It must be  hard for him to juggle his job as ceo at coca-cola, a wife and three children. 

Today however, everything was going to change. I was going to forget about my dad, and all the misfortunes he brought to my life.  I was sixteen and ready for a new perspective on life. I blew out all the sixteen candles and wished that I could go back to the sixties. I laughed it off, knowing it would never happen. My wish never came true but, I never gave up. I always had hope. 

I spent the rest of the night partying with my best friend,Leila, and boyfriend, Carter. We decided to go clubbing. It was fun except I can imagine that it were to be better if there were to be psychedelic rock playing rather than dupstep shit. Furthermore I'm pretty sure that girls looked way more original at clubs in the sixties. It was very difficult to tell apart one girl from another because they were all wearing the clubbing uniform: a black tight skirt and a crop top. It's kinda sad that I have to use both my fingers and toes to count the amount of girls underwear I saw that night. I seriously think that there needs to be a public announcement made that those black tight skirts are not attractive, emphasize on the not. But, all in all it was an exhausting and exhilirating night. A night that won't be forgotten.

I arrived home at midnight, and collapsed on my bed at 12:01 with Leila on my side. Carter went home earlier since my mom wasn't comftorable with me and Carter sleeping in the same room. Little does she know we already had sex. I mean we have been dating for four years.  

I dreamed about my life in the sixties. About spending my sixteenth birthday at a bar with Carter and Leila listening to live music, grooving on the dance floor. It was a lovely dream. Too bad I forgot all about it the second I woke up.