Turning 16

Surprise

After bowling, three hours of shopping, and a very large dent in my birthday money later,  Janie and I headed home. After Janie parked the car, we got out and grabbed as many bags as we could out of the trunk, and walked in the house.

Mom and Dad were in the living room, just watching us as we slowly climbed the stairs with at least five bags on each arm. What could I say? We liked to shop. Finally, we got into my room and we dropped the bags on the floor.

"I'm going to need another closet," I said looking at my closet, and then the ten bags of clothes.

"Or another room just for clothes," Janie said plopping on my bed.

I looked at her, "Yeah, because my parents will totally agree with me using an entire room for my clothes."

"You never know, it is your sixteenth birthday," She playing with the new bracelet that she got. "Plus, didn't you tell me your parents still have another present for you? Maybe they got you an entire house for clothes!"

"Janie, have I ever told you that your are completely insane?" I asked her.

"Almost everyday, but it's we're best friends. We're both completely crazy," She said smiling.

"Yeah, I guess your right." I said giggling.

"Belle, come down here! It's time for your other present!" My mom yelled up the stairs.

"Okay!" I yelled back and I walked out of the room as Janie followed.

When we got downstairs, Mom and Dad were standing next to each other smiling slightly.

"Okay Belle, we know you've been wanting one of these for awhile, but we didn't think you were ready for one. But now, we think you are ready. Go out to the backyard." Dad said, starting to smile even wider then he was before.

"Um, okay," I said walking past them, Janie still following me, and out the back door and off the deck.

I walked over to the picnic table where there was a small note. It read:

To get your present from Mom and I, you are going to have to whistle louder than a bird in the sky.

"A riddle?" Janie said taking the note. "You might have to whistle a song like a bird. Maybe-"

I interrupted her by sticking my fingers in my mouth and whistling as loud as I could.

"Or you could just do that," she said shrugging.

I looked around, wondering if that did anything, or if Janie was right. Giving up,I turned turned to face the house, and when I did, Jamie shrieked.

"Belle, there's a wolf running right towards us!"

I turned around quickly to see what did look like a wolf running right at us at full speed. Janie turned to run into the house, but I stopped her and looked closer at the animal.

"That isn't a wolf, it's a dog!" I yelled, "And it has a bow on it! Janie, that's my present! A dog!"

I let go of her and started running towards the dog. When I got about three feet away from it, I stopped and waved Janie over. She slowly walked over.

"Are you sure it isn't a wolf?" She whispered hiding behind me.

"I'm positive. Because one, it has a bow on it. Two, it's a Siberian Husky. And three, if it was a wolf, it probably would've already ripped us to shreds by now." I said.

"So, do you like it?" Mom said, completely scaring Janie, making her jump.

"Mrs. DeLemoure, your awesome, but please don't sneak up on me right after I think I'm about to be eaten by a wolf." Janie said, with a hand over her heart.

I just shook my head at her and knelt down to pet the dog, "I love it! What is it's name?" I asked her.

"Whatever you want it to be. Plus he's completely trained, so he'll listen to you when you tell him to do something." Mom said patting the dog on the head.

I looked at the dog, "Oreo. That's his name."

"Shouldn't you name it something more vicious, like Killer or something?" Janie said sticking her hand out to pet Oreo.

Oreo looked at her and jumped on her, holding her to the ground as he licked her face.

"No, definitely Oreo." I said smiling.

"Great, now can you get Oreo off of me?" Janie said, since Oreo was now laying on her.

I got up and walked up to the back door, "Come on, Oreo! In the house!"

Oreo jumped off of Janie and ran into the house.

Janie was just laying there.

"Come on, Janie! In the house!" I yelled like she was a dog.

She just groaned and got up and walked into the house. I sat on the couch, and Oreo layed on top of me.

"Oreo, do you realize you are not a lap dog?" I groaned, starting to run out of air.

He noticed my distress, and got off of me and sat down next to me. Janie sat down on the other side of me.

"Pretty awesome birthday so far, right? SO, when's the par-tay?" She said.

"What par-tay?" I asked looking at her.

She looked at me like I was an idiot, "You know, your 'Sweet 16'"

"Oh, I wasn't planning on having one," I said shrugging.

"But you have to have one! It's like-"

DING DONG DING DONG

"We'll talk about this later." She said crossing her arms.

"Right," I said rolling my eyes as I walked over to the door.

I walked over to the door and opened it wide .A man stood there, in a black suit. He stepped up.

"Are you Belle DeLemoure?"

"Yes," I said confused.

"My name is Chandler Weschar, can I speak to you and your parents?" He asked.

'Uh, sure. Come in." I said moving over so he could get in.

He walked into the living room and sat down. I sat down once I called mom and dad in. They walked in, mom stopping half a second when she saw Chandler. Once they sat down, Chandler looked at me.

"Happy Birthday, Belle," He said to me.

"Thank you, but how do you know my birthday? I've never even met you before." I said.

He smiled, "I've never met you before either, but I work for your grandparents."

"But, Grandma and Grampa don't work. They retired three years ago." I said confused.

"Your other grandparents. Laurabelle and Richard." He said.

"Mom's mom and dad? I thought they-"

"Belle, I should've told you sooner, but grandma Laura... her mother was a queen of Grovenshire." Mom said, looking at me sadly.

"Really!? That is so cool!" I yelled.

"You aren't mad I didn't tell you?" She asked.

"No, why would I be? My great-grandmother was a queen," I said smiling.

"That makes you a princess," Mom said.

"NO FREAKING WAY! I'M A PRINCESS!?" I yelled.

"NO FREAKING WAY! BELLE'S A PRINCESS!?" Janie yelled.

"Yes, your a princess," Mom said smiling.

"And since your sixteen, your of age," Chandler said.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"Belle, your the heir of Grovenshire."