It has been two days since V-Day, and today is my eve.
My birthday eve.
Well, I am gonna be sixteen!
Finally, just finally, I am turning sixteen.
And this sixteen hasn't been easy. Well, fifteen was a bitch. Not exactly, but nonetheless it was really tiring. It sucked out all my energy and possible positivity, but I have decided, that I'm not gonna fall for it, again.
I don't know what took over my mum, but she practically bossed around and commanded me to throw a big party. She made me log on to Instagram and looked over all my friends and invited them all in my behalf.
Not like they knew it was mum, or they cared.
Well, to be honest, the truth is that I was anyways hosting a really badass party.
Damn, like it is my sixteenth! And you don't turn sixteen everyday.
It's just an awesome coincidence that my mum decided to let me do it too. And it's really fun that way. Cause it turns memorable when you want it to be and you act it out.
Very rare. Very.
I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you
My phone sang.
"Hell-O!" Said the person on the line in a heavy british accent.
"Hi.."
"Could I talk to Armenia?"
"Armenia? That's a place." I Said.
"Stop being a grammar nazi and put her on the call whoever you are."
And I knew on the spot who it was.
"JAY JAYYYY!" I shouted with glee in the phone.
"Aah fuckkkkkkkk!"
I hit the table with my knee and fall flat on my ass with my cast held high.
But The legend is back!
"Am you okay??" He asks.
"NO MY CAST..."
"I'm on my way."
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Forty minutes later Jace Jackson (Jay Jay my bestest friend who I knew sinceI was born) and I are sitting on my bed with two cups of hot cappuccino and warm blankets and laughing our asses off.
Why? Because I'm being ridiculed by the one and only Jaceeeee.
Uh, excuse that, that's just varied flow of emotions. Jace left for London when we were in grade two. But we always kept in contact. He used tocall me Armenia, he never liked my name interestingly. We were the most notorious kids of our time and we were known as plump pups because we were very plump and we used to fall down like humpty dumpty whenever we sat.
Like veryyyy plump.
We talked for four hours straight and I lost track of time. My mom was more than happy to see him and she told him how very considerate and thoughtful it was of him to come by near my sixteenth birthday.
"So whatcha planning for your birthday?" He asks though he already knew everything.
"Like you don't know." I roll my eyes.
"I'll be more than happy to make the guys jealous and I'll be your boyfriend for one day." He laughs.
And my mind is printing a blueprint and I am on to have fun this sixteenth.
I'm Turning Sixteen afterall.
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Wohoooo!!
The book's title in reference.
Oh yaaaaaaaaaassss
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Turning Sixteen
Teen FictionAmelia Claire is any other ordinary girl who you see in school and probably give a small thought to, and then carry out on your own. But if you look close, she's not as sorted as she seems. A serious relationship with an almost perfect-boy, a Bestf...
