“Happy Birthday Sylvie!! Hope your day is as nice as you<3”
That was the eighth text that I had received today from a classmate that I occasionally talked to when school was in session. I guess it's true you can see who gives an inkling of care about your existence when your birthday rolls around. I’ll admit it. It was kind of nice.
I send back a simple ‘thank you’ before throwing my phone back on my bed. Letting out an exasperated sigh I fall face forward onto my white plush comforter letting out a groan allowing it to be muffled before flipping myself over and looking at my ceiling. I scan over my glow-in-the-dark stickers that are almost invisible against the ceiling the glowing orange from the setting sun still somehow too bright for them to do their job. At this moment, I honestly wish I could lie here for the rest of the evening, waiting for the sun to fully disappear and watching my stars ignoring the outside world. Instead, I was supposed to be getting ready for a birthday party planned by my best friend and mom. I still can’t believe I had to be dragged into this. Mason better be lucky that I promised I would do this before I had heard that Ashter news from Riley. Otherwise, this would all be canceled.
I take a deep breath blowing the air through my lips making it sound like motor blades. I could do this. It was my 18th day of existing on planet Earth. I was gonna be showered in love and receive free stuff that I was not wanting to buy for myself. I can’t believe Ashter could manage to make me hate my birthday. With that irritating thought, I leap up from my bed a newfound determination coursing through my veins. I wasn’t gonna let that butthole win. I storm to my bathroom ripping back the shower curtain to turn on the water before storming back into my room and grabbing my showering essentials. It was absolutely diabolical how much that guy had altered my mood. I mean everyone knows that when it came to family-friendly events I was the life of the party. I practically tear off my clothes the sudden injection of irritation fueling my movements. I hastily jump into the shower squealing when my back touches the water the scalding temperature being too hot for me. I hurriedly adjust the knobs that control the temperature before going about my showering routine. The steps are so ingrained it's like clockwork. Not too long after I get in the shower I’m getting out quickly drying off before throwing on my warm soft robe and heading to my sink. I rewash my face deciding that since it was my birthday I would throw on a little makeup, you know zhush it up a bit. This was an important milestone after all. With my body and face being a fresh canvas I exit my bathroom the hot shower helping to dissipate my sour mood. I let out a satisfied sigh turning back into my now dark room, and I carefully maneuver over to my bedside table reaching for my lamp switch. It comes on with a turn lighting up my room in a warm yellow light. Ahh everything was feeling really peaceful. I straighten myself up before turning around and my once peaceful environment is ruined in a second by my high-pitched scream.
“Riley what the fudge!?!?!” I yell as I hold onto my chest, my heart feeling like it was about to jump out of my throat.
“Happy birthday bestie!!!” Riley squeals excitedly completely ignoring my terrified reaction. She runs over and hugs me before I can regain my composure and I struggle to get out of her grasp wanting to move away.
“Don’t happy birthday me. You nearly killed me!” I exclaim as I continue to try to push her off. “What the heck were you doing just hanging out in my room in the dark?” I ask as I finally manage to detach her. She smiles as she readjusts her clothes the laughter clear on her face.
“Well, why not. It was a dark room and it's your birthday. That's like peak conditions to do a jump out.”
“You seriously need help,” I tell her after she answers my question with that craziness. She simply shrugs her shoulders before flopping down on my bed her gaze trained on me.
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Anger Management
Teen FictionSuddenly my back is pushed against his bathroom door, the air getting knocked out of me. " I told you to stop trying to fix me. There is absolutely nothing wrong with me." He growls at me his green eyes practically piercing themselves into my s...
