At 11:54 pm, I stopped working (okay, staring) at my physics homework and rolled myself away from my white desk. After grabbing my laptop and phone off of my purple canopy bed, I found comfort on my corner hammock.
By 11:57 pm, I logged onto Facebook and started to get excited.
By 11:59 pm, I rested my head on my hammock with my arms behind my head and waited patiently.
By the time 12:00 am on January 4th came to be the present, my phone and laptop started ringing.
Before checking all of the notifications, I decided to bask in the glory of my popularity and just smiled until the last ring.
When the dings ceased I turned my head to the side and glanced at my alarm clock: 12:03.
My eyebrows rose and fell.
Three whole minutes. Nice.
I flipped over onto my stomach and scrolled through the names that texted me.
Emma.
Jenna.
Jackson.
Stacey. (Holy crap, I think that's the girl who gave me the date yesterday.)
Chris.
Kayla.
Kacie.
Shawn.
The list goes on and on with names and some numbers that I don't recognize.
I don't know how there are people who can keep up with all these names.
It's just too much.
However, I enjoy the attention so I endure.
But there was one name that I was expecting that hadn't appeared thus far.
I twisted my lips and thought, "He must've written something on my wall."
I smiled at the red '36' attached to the notification button but frowned when I realized the name "Jamie A. White" wasn't among the people who had wished me a happy birthday.
I rubbed my eyes and slammed my laptop closed.
My phone rang again and I looked at the screen with hostility but once I saw who it was, my harsh feelings faded.
Mom: *Happy Birthday, Sweetie. Love you and have a magnificent day ;)
Aw. She remembered what I taught her about emojis.
And she took the time to shoot me a quick text.
This is an improvement.
In past years I usually had to wait until January 5th for my own mother to wish me a Happy Birthday.
I decided to forget about Jamie, for now, concluding that I was just overreacting and slid off of my hammock and onto my canopy bed.
It's time for some beauty sleep.
I woke up to a sound worse than my alarm clock.
"Happy Birthday!"
My Aunt had burst into the room with a party hat and, unfortunately, a party whistle that sounds like a screaming elephant.
I cracked my crusty eyes open and spun around to sit on my butt and stare at the sight before me.
It was 6:00 am and the sun was just starting to rise.
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