The morning sun shined through my window slicing the darkness of my room. I jumped as my alarm went off and the radio started blaring the morning songs of On the Floor by Jenifer Lopez. My eyes seemed like dark holes in my head as I stumbled over to my mirror. My phone laid there on the desk next to me adding to the morning music of receiving texts. I waved it aside and pulled on my black skinny jeans and black t-shirt.
“Honey, time to get your presents!” My mom yelled from downstairs.
“Crap!” I yelled as I tripped over my book bag. I grabbed at the duffle bag beside me and threw out random costumes ‘til I found the perfect one. A zombie outfit. Not only was today my birthday, but it was the scariest holiday in the U.S.: Halloween. I stuffed the zombie outfit and various face paints in to my book bag, and ran downstairs.
The kitchen was coated with Halloween decorations along with some birthday ones as well. On the table was a Halloween ice cream cake that said “Happy Birthday” in scary letters. The counters were stacked with birthday presents, but there was one that stuck out to me the most. Landon was sitting on the counter holding a small birthday present. He was smiling at the shocked look on my face, and came over to me to give me a hug.
“Happy birthday, love,” he whispered in my ear giving me a peck on the cheek. We both gave each other a small hug and we went after the ice cream cake. The rest of the day seemed to be a perfect day. The teachers wouldn’t yell at us goofballs in the back, and my baby didn’t leave my sight. This was the best birthday in the history of my birthdays. This was my official eighteenth birthday. But there was something about this birthday that made it feel uneasy. It was too perfect.
