Teenage Years:13

Chapter One: Introducing Me

Chapter One: Introducing Me 

Sitting Indian style, I laid my black, large, Samsung laptop on my lap and logged on Facebook. 13 friends online, same number as my age, thirteen. 

Can you believe it? Me, Madison Parks, a teenager. I still couldn't get used to that, it still felt like I was me, Madison Parks, a twelve year old. Maybe that was just because it was my thirteenth birthday today. When does a teenage girl feel like a teenager? Is it when she gets her period? Or when her parents let her FINALLY do stuff? I guess there are many different ways to feel like a teenager, but for me... it would more likely be when I get my period, since I don't already have it. 

Does it hurt to have a period though? Hailey, a.k.a my best friend who already got her period, says it hurts and feels uncomfortable, while Becky, a.k.a my other best friend, says she doesn't feel anything when she is on her monthly. 

Scrolling through my wall posts I re-read the same two words twice: Happy Birthday. Though reading it over 20 times, it still didn't feel like my birthday. This year felt different. I didn't feel as excited as I normally do. Maybe it's because my dad wasn't able to spend it with me, not that he is dead or anything. He is just back at home, while I was in Russia with my mum, not that they are divorced. I was on still on summer vacation in my mother's home country without my dad. The reason why I say still on summer vacation, is because today is the first day back to school and I'm missing it. 

I'm upset about this because I usually don't get to spend my birthday at school, since it is on September 2nd. In my school they have different starting date, (for some reason. Don't ask me why.) and today was the only day that school started on the same day as my birthday. 

After commenting on most of the comments with a simple "thank you", I closed my laptop. Sadly Hailey and Becky weren't here to hang out with me, and sing happy birthday while I blew out the candles like we did every year. Even though I only knew Hailey and Becky for 2 years, we have already created traditions like that for each other.

Hailey was the musical type, the one who rocked out to different types of music and sang along to it in a loud, party-like voice. She and I always liked the same types of music, such as: Eminem, The Veronicas, Maroon 5, etc. Although I could never memorize the lyrics and sing along perfectly like her. Becky on the other hand, sometimes liked the same music. She was more interested in Justin Bieber and One Direction, though. 

Becky was the fashionista. She had amazing fashion taste, and could guess the perfume you're wearing just by getting a whiff of the beautiful smell. Not only was she the fashion star in our small group, she was also the funniest. She would always be able to bring a smile on your face when you are upset, or in a bad mood. 

I, Madison Parks, was the average artist. That was all I was, the artist of the group. I was not the funniest, or the prettiest, or the better singer... ist, I was the average Joe. But Hailey and Becky would never let me believe that. They would always say I was beautiful and funny, and make me feel better about myself. 

Instead of having my amazing friends here, I had my sister, Clare, and my cousin, Ania. 

Clare was my annoying 11 year old sister, who was just a grade below me. Unlike me, a brunette, she was a dirty blond, which made her look nothing like me. Thank god. I do not like people telling me that we look like each other, because we don't. No matter what people say, we are nothing a like. I know that what I said is a little harsh or mean, but we just don't get along. Though there are days when she is really nice and fun to be around. She was bipolar though. Her mood can change in 5 seconds from nice to mean and annoying, but no matter what, deep deep DEEP down inside, I still love her and am protective over her (since I'm the older sister). 

Ania was my Russian cousin, daughter of my mother's sister. She was a mousy haired, 12 year old. Making me, Madison Parks, older then both her and my sister. Which is a bad thing. It's hard enough trying to control my sister in public when it's just her and I, but two of them? It's like trying to control two hyper hamsters. 

Putting my computer back into my suit case, I got up and went over to my mother who was waiting for me by the door. The reason why I had to put it back into a suit case, is because we are leaving back home tomorrow morning, and we packed our suit cases two days ago. I am so excited to go back home to my dad, he told me he had an amazing present for me waiting, though I didn't care much about it. I just wanted to see my dad again after 2 months of being here, Russia.

No matter how much I denied being homesick, I really was. I missed my soft bed, which I didn't have to share with Clare and Ania since Ania's mum only had one bed and a couch bed. But the most thing I missed, was my dad... and cat, Skittles.  

Skittles, or as I like to call him, Skitty Bobo Mc Cutie Kinz (don't judge my name calling skills), is a ginger tabby. Not only is he a ginger tabby, but he is fat which makes him look like Garfield. He is also a "pain in the butt" as my dad puts it, but I don't believe that. Sure he might only show you affection when he wants food, and sure he screams every five minuets because he wants to be let out, but isn't that what every cat does? 

"Happy birthday," my mum said as she kissed my forehead and stroked my hair, once I reached her. 

My mum was a beautiful, Russian model. Well she used to be a model, but she quit once I was born. She had lighter hair than my sister, and hazel green eyes, which I inherited neither of. Unlike my sister, I had inherited my father's features; I had dark, chocolate, brown hair and brown eyes. I always wished I looked as beautiful as my mother though, maybe then I can become a model just like her. 

"Thanks mum," I said getting down on one knee to tie my shoe laces before we left. We were leaving for bowling which we had done the year before as well. Yup, this is the second year I spent my birthday away from my dad. Anyway, last year bowling was just Clare, Ania, and me. Since I hadn't been bowling since I was about 8 we still had to have the bumpers up, but even with them I still lost to Ania. Though I did beat Clare, which I gladly rubbed in her face. 

I am a very competitive person, I would compete with anything and try to win at it, even if it was stupid like: I could lose at bowling more then you. Though this year I was sure I would beat Ania. 

Once I finished tying my shoe laces, my mother and I headed out the door and to the taxi that awaited us outside.