Not so Girlish tale

Chapter 1

     'Happy birthday baby girl!' I could recognize that voice anywhere. 'I'm not a baby girl anymore,' I cried rubbing my eyes, still in bed. 'Well, then rise and shine big girl,' the voice called out in a fake British accent ,'We got a lot to do today!' 

     It was Joyce Miller, my best friend in the whole, wide world. 'Joy...' I trailed off. I knew after 12 years of experience that she cannot be stopped when she has made up her mind to do something. They say opposites attract, don't they? Super true in our case. I have no idea how we ended up being friends at first place. We don't share many interests or similarities.

     She's this sweet girl who's adored by everyone.  She's pretty and kind and always smiling. She has these to-die-for green eyes which work as a charm and she has lovely fair skin. In short, she's miss Perfect. On the other hand, I'm an average looking teenager, not interested much in dressing up and stuff and extremely choosy. I'm always up for adventures and taking risks (not favored by many). Fortunately, sarcasm is my birth gift.

     As I'm thinking about how we ended up being friends, i'm snapped out of my thoughts as my parents enter my room, hiding something behind their backs. 'Happy Birthday sweetie pie!'my dad says pulling out a wrapped box from behind. My mom reveals a chocolate cake and a homemade card. Those two are the best parents anyone could ever have. I pull them both into a hug and later realize that we left Joy out so we pull her in too.

     My mom has a creative hand when it comes to decorating something. When I opened the birthday card she made for me, a small pop up popped out with a clown holding a banner saying 'Happy birthday'. I smiled at her in gratitude. Then I turned to the wrapped box my Dad brought for me. When I unwrapped the box I screamed, not being able to keep my excitement down,' QUECHUA SHOES! OMG THANK YOU, YOU GUYS. I LOVE YOU THE MOST!' 

      We were not the richest family around, but my parents never let me realize that.These Quechua s were my dream. My family has fulfilled all my wishes. After a lot of struggle, (which they did not let me know) they gifted me an IPhone on my 15th birthday.

     Just as our hugging and embracing was going on, my bedroom door flew open and a boy with brunette hair and hazel eyes appeared. 'Did I miss anything?' 

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