...sitting in the lobby. Does anyone even notice it's my birthday? I see traditions come and go but one stays the same. The lobby greeting. The obnoxious shriek of the people trying to reach the high notes of " Happy Birthday". No matter how annoying it may be, I feel sad that they didn't do that for me.
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Teen FictionA story I made for school and I think it would explain my style the best... It is a story about a girl struggling with the grey area of old and young, while dealing with being a teen in the modern age. Enjoy!
