Michael's Birthday

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(It's national Michael day!! Happy birthday Michael!!)

Michael POV:

I woke up early this morning since I had school. However today is a special day. November fourth. It's my eighteenth birthday today!

I checked the time on my phone and saw I still had a half hour before I had to get up. I spent some time on my phone watching tiktoks. When I finally had to get up I put on my favorite outfit. My favorite shirt, which was a Stanford long sleeve, my favorite jeans, and then my green and white Jordan's.

When I came downstairs I saw a bunch of balloons and cards on the table. "Happy birthday!" Mum shouted and gave me a hug. "Thanks." I mumbled and she let go of me to put a plate of chocolate chip pancakes on the table. Dad came down next and gave me a hug and gave me a lottery ticket. "You can buy another one now that you're eighteen!" He told me. I started eating my pancakes and halfway through Charlotte came down. "Happy birthday Michael!" She cheered and gave me a hug. "Thanks." I told her after swallowing my food.

"Are you driving today?" I asked Charlotte while getting my backpack. "Yeah." She nodded and I walked into the garage. I slid into the front seat of Charlottes car, which used to be my car. Dad got a new car and gave me his old one since he didn't want to sell it, so Charlotte got my car.

While we were driving to school I pulled up my instagram. I checked my notifications and saw a lot of people mentioned me on their stories. I started going through my stories to find numerous birthday messages.

Ben had put a photo of us at a Dodgers game and a few others of us from like middle school. He captioned it 'happy birthday Michael keep being crazy' which made me laugh. The last thing he posted was a video of us running into each other with shopping carts and I fell out. That was from last year I think.

Charlotte posted a bunch of pictures of us from when we were little. There were a few from now but most of them were like baby photos. She captioned it 'Happy birthday Michael! Can't believe your eighteen now'

Daniel posted a few photos of us but not too many. His was just like a collage of four photos and a happy birthday gif.

Sadie posted a few photos which I was surprised about. I knew she would wish me a happy birthday since she already texted me but I didn't think she was gonna post about it. Especially since she has twenty five million instagram followers. Hers had a few photos of just me and few of photos of us together, but nothing too romantic. Maybe a few kissing photos but only a like one or two. Hers was captioned 'Happy birthday M, love you lots' with a heart emoji.

When I got to school I went to my advisory. I like my advisory, Ben and Daniel are in it and a few other friends. And it was my sophomore year english teacher, who might've been my favorite. "Happy birthday Michael!" Ben told me when I walked in. "Thanks." I smiled and my teacher turned to me. "It's your birthday?" She asked and I nodded. "Happy birthday! Are you eighteen now?" She asked and I nodded once again. "Yep." I stated.

"Are you doing anything fun?" A girl in my advisory asked. "I'm going out to dinner with my family and then tomorrow I'm going to a Lakers game with my girlfriend." I answered while pulling out my computer. I checked my gradebook to see if I had turned in all of my work, because if I didn't I could get it done now.

After confirming I did all of my work, I closed my computer and talked to Ben and Daniel. "What'd you get for your birthday?" Daniel asked. "Don't know. I haven't opened anything yet." I shrugged. Ben and I learned a new tiktok dance from a girl in our advisory. It took us the entire class period to learn it and we had just finished the video when the bell rang.

Now I had to go to history, which wasn't too bad. Today was a work day for an essay we're doing. And after that I had a free period before lunch. "Happy birthday Michael." My history teacher told me when he walked into the classroom. "Thank you." I responded as I pulled up my essay.

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