The Blood Book- Monologues

Birthday Girl

It's my birthday. 

I don't care about it though, don't want it to be a big deal.

It's kind of ironic actually, making a whole monologue talking about how much I hate people talking about my birthday. 

It doesn't change how I feel about it though. Or how people tend to dislike my opinion. 

Like a week ago, my mom got party supplies. I asked what they were for and she said my birthday. I told her I didn't want a party and she got mad. Doors slammed, threw the decorations down the stairs....

Maybe I could have been a little bit nicer. 

But what's the point of celebrating my birthday? What really changes besides a single number? 

I still had to go to school today,  do the same thing I did yesterday...and the day before that. 

I'll probably do the same thing tomorrow too.

There's no 16 wishes, I don't meet the love of my life, I don't find my destiny and become the hero of a fantasy world.

Nothing changes. 

I don't get an A on my Gov test today because of my newfound wisdom. 

I don't get a car just because I hit 16.

I don't get any special privilege just because it's my birthday. I still have to live my life!

And there we are, sitting around the table, the candles in my face. And I make a wish... does it ever come true? 

Will Eos finally answer my call? Will I pull 13? Will something change just because I was born today?

... So I'll go home, do homework, eat dinner, and go to bed. And then I'll do it again tomorrow. 

Happy Birthday to me.