Cori³

3 Days

August 1st - (The 16th anniversary of the birth of the best human alive)

Dear Cori,

I suspect if you are reading this it is probably because Mom is clearing out the attic and she has found the nostalgia boxes. This diary has most definitely been found in a blanket of dust, under a pile of other random crap in a cardboard box labelled "Cori's teen years". I shall predict the box will be next to the one with the "soft toys" tag and under the cringe worthy baby photos folder. You're probably really old right now, maybe you have a partner and kids who knows? I hope you finally got a job, not an endlessly boring one but a fabulously famous one. With a limo and a hair stylist included with your million dollar pay checks. Oh shit, look I've gone of track already.
As of the time I'm writing this you are, I mean I am, (God I can't do this whole tense thing) officially 16 years old. If you somehow missed the date at the top of the page today is my sweet 16th. And to answer your first question, yes it certainly was sweet. The girls stayed at mine last night, oh crap, you remember the girls right? Cas and Zoe, the two other amigos, the top two, the best of the best. Well as I was saying we had the best slumber party of all time. We stayed up all night watching horrors, whilst Cassidy hid behind her pillow and Zoe questioned the "unrealistic plot" as she called it. I doubt you'll even remember the pizza we ate, Mom ordered a sharing pizza for six and was shocked when the three of us finished every crumb. What was she expecting Cas, Zoe and Me are pizza queens. At 12am the music was officially loud enough for the neighbours to hear ... sorry Mom ... and party we certainly did. I am pretty sure it was around 5am before we ran out of things to talk about, Cas was the first to crack. Even me, the sleep pro' can not figure out how lying on the wooden floor with nothing but shorts and a tank T would be comfortable but clearly it was good enough for her. Zoe was second to go, leaving me awake alone .. the bitch .. just kidding I love her really. I am definitely sure that if you had forgotten all of this you will definitely remember the awesome thing that happened next, but because it was so rad I'll remind you again. It was like half 5ish and the house was literally so quiet if you dropped a freaking pin in the attic it'd be heard in the lounge. There was a whisper and that's when I knew I was probably about to A: die B: die or C: wake up from a dream. I called out "What?" and then the whisper grew louder, my ears tingled and my skin began to do that goose bump thing. "Are you messing around Cas?" "Zoe?" They were both still asleep so in true badass style I would have to fight the ghost demon  whisperer myself if it came down to it. Then in that exact second, things went from creepy to downright horror film material. The whisper came back but this time more like a shriek, "Cori, Cori can't you wait August 4th will be a great date".... like seriously at that moment in my life I thought I was definitely a dead gal walking. But after that nothing really happened, the whispering nobody must have left, and the room seemed to go back to a normal mood. But just to be safe I crawled under my blanket.

So that was last night, and now on to today. The girls and me were woken up by Mom literally in seriously the worst way EVER. She had put on ... wait for it ... HER MUSIC. Her nasty "dance music" as she says from when she was 16. Opening your eyes to your best friends 40+ Mom throwing shapes to some back in the day hip hop sounds like a trauma I'm sure the girls will never recover from. But she was a made up for it by making us all pancakes with melted chocolate dip and strawberries. You know what was the weirdest thing, Cas and Zoe didn't even hear the voice last night.. maybe I dreamt it? But anyways by now it was like 10am and the party started at 6 so in true three amigos style we definitely spent the whole day getting ready. Nails needed tending to, and facials are A MUST before any party. Not to mention the hair appointments, make up book in and finally pre party selfies in our matching dresses. Side note... Does Mom still have my dress, it's a lilac sweet heart neckline? Zoe and Cas had matching ones but in a darker purple.

Basically what happened next was the best freaking party of all time, which everyone will remember for C E N T U R I E S. Picture this, the old church hall, covered in bunting (purple of course) and fairy lights. To the left of the door a table full of every sweet you could imagine, the other side of the door featuring the chocolate fountain, cocktails (alcohol free of course) and candy floss help your self. Ahead of you the dance floor, covered with purple and silver balloons and some sort of special effect smoke the DJ brought. Either side of the floor round tables covered in the most preciously pink coloured cloths and bird cage centre pieces. At the front right by the DJ a bulging pile of presents, one of which was this diary (thanks to the grandparents) and so many more  which I'll get into at a later date. The DJ of course brought the best equipment and a screen to project all of my favourite photos with friends. When me and the girls pulled up there the hall was already heaving, we had heard the music from three streets away and the atmosphere was far too special to explain.

 As we entered the music was cut short and I felt the stare of about 500 teens glare at me, for one of the first times I felt a million dollars. Zoe and Cas either side of me we strutted to the dance floor in our sparkling heels. The music building up slowly as we began to smile and wave at our closest friends we had spotted in the crowd. Waltzing on to the stage I took the mic, feeling a slight shake in my voice in front of so many people I managed to croak out a few words, "Thank you all for coming, now let's PARTY!" ... CRINGE I KNOW.  Quickly I descended from the stage and threw my heels to the side of the hall. I made it back to the dance floor and proceeded to be swallowed into the crowd. The next 5 hours sped by and it was the best night of my life, well so far anyways. Somehow I bagged a dance with, I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M WRITING THIS, that cute boy from Chem' class. He literally I shit you not, grabbed my hand and we swayed to the slowest song of the night. I just never wanted the party to end. But now my feet hurt and my ears are ringing. The party dress thrown over the best post and somehow I've crawled into my comfy jumper. I know for certain I will look like a panda in the morning, wait even worse.. a dead panda. But sleep comes before make up remover.

This is the end of the 16th celebrations.. Happy Birthday Cori.

Love Cori x