Chapter 1
Olive:
Happy birthday, girly!
Kayden:
Happy 18th, Belle!
Mama:
Happy birthday, my love *heart emoji*
I snuggled with my comforter over my shoulders and half my face as I replied to the text messages. Turning eighteen wasn't that big of a deal to me. It was just like any other birthday. The only thing is, you can vote. Big whoop. Oh, and permanently damage your skin with ink without your parents' permission.
My parents had most likely gone to work. They worked at the local hospital as two of the most respected nurses. I'd wanted to follow in their footsteps since middle school and I was rushed to the hospital after an incident. Watching the nurses come and go and checking on my vitals, I saw myself doing that as a career.
My parents used to always tell me stories about what transpired in the operating room, even if that was frowned upon.
When I told them I wanted to be a nurse too, they warned me that nursing required many years of schooling. I knew one day, I'd be in the operating room watching the scene in front of me unfold and think it was all worth it.
But first, I had to face the nightmare every teenager has to face - high school. TV made it look bad from a social standpoint. If you hadn't reached ninth grade yet, you got scared of mean girls flipping their hair with their manicured fingers and mean jocks pushing you into lockers.
I was talking about the part about sitting in a chair for eight hours while a teacher talks about some boring president or a dumbass war. For eight hours. For four years.
The sun streaming through my window reminded me that I needed to get ready for school. Five minutes in and I was already dancing in my room getting dressed with airpods in as I listened to Bad Liar by Imagine Dragons.
It turned into a sing-along as I threw my pajama shirt off and changed into my white halter top. The outfit of the day consisted of my black, high-waisted jeans with holes in the knees and black sandals. I danced into the bathroom and tied my hair in french braid pigtails.
The music stopped when Olive tried to FaceTime me. When I accepted, I saw her red hair still frizzy and undone and she was still in her plain white top and her Friends sweatpants.
She was my only female friend. She may be the head cheerleader, but that didn't mean she was a bitch. She was super sweet once you got to know her.
While Zach and I watched action movies, surfed on the raging waves, and played video games for hours until our fingers cramped up, Olive and I did all the girly things together.
We'd make face masks we found online and did each other's hair in braids and floral-printed ribbons.
"Happy birthday, bestie! Birthday OOTD check."
With a cheerful chuckle, I held my phone out for the camera to pan over my outfit.
"Jean-Claude Van damn, you're fine!"
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