Happy birthday, I guess.

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I woke to sunlight blinding my eyes.

Maybe someday I'll go to sleep without waking.

Someday...

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I got up and went to brush my teeth. I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror. My hair was messy and frizzy. As always.

When I was done, I returned to my room to get dressed. I threw on some skinny jeans, a red sweater, and my converse. Then I put my hair into a messy bun. I didn't do makeup because that's for girly-girls and I'm a tomboy. I don't like pink or dresses. I guess I'm just different.

My mom did not welcome me when I went downstairs. I didn't care. She never welcomes me. I'm used to it.

"Hi mom"

"Hi gale"

Yes, she named me gale. She really does hate me.

Notice how I don't use a capital letter on my name? Yeah, that's because I'm not important. My mother didn't even add a capital letter in my birth certificate.

"Okay rat, because you're finally 14 it's time I sold you."

14? Huh. I guess it's my birthday then... like I'll have any celebrations.

I'm not surprised she's selling me. I wounded who actually bought me. I must've been very cheap. Maybe she paid them to take me and is just saying they bought me to make me feel better. That's the least she could do.

"They will be here soon."

"Should I pack my bags now?" I asked.

"No twat. You can just rot in those awful clothes you're wearing." She replied.

Oh well.

Just then there were three knocks on the door.

Knock

Knock

Knock

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