~6~
I awake to a sudden bolt of electricity inside my chest, enforcing a quick hinder to my breathing pattern. I had felt as though a vibration rattled my skin, not to mention the annoying and abrupt buzzing sound.
I pry my eyelids open just enough to recognize the familiar glow emitting from my phone screen. Note to self: stop leaving phone on vibrate while sleeping. There have been one too many mini heart attacks.
I reach lazily over to my wooden nightstand, grasping the device between my fingertips.
My eyes once again have to strain to adjust to the blinding light I just placed before them. I squint to try to read the new text notification.
Max.
What time is it?
Freaking five forty-nine in the morning. On a Saturday. I'm going to kill him and dance on his grave.
M-
Happy Birthday u hot mess 🎉❤️
Today 5:47 AM
What? It takes me a second to blink away my sleep-induced confusion. I'm officially sixteen!
B-
Thx? Was it really necessary to tell me that before 6 in the morn??
Delivered 5:50 AM
M-
Yes it was. U were born at exactly 5:47. Duh.
Today 5:51 AM
B-
We could have pretended I was born at 8 ...
I'm halfway through the message when he sends another. I'm also not exactly a fan of everything I tried to type out suddenly becoming irrelevant.
M-
I wanted to be the first to wish you a great 16th
Today 5:52 AM
B-
Awwww
Delivered 5:52 AM
I instinctively respond with the most basic answer ever. He probably set an alarm so that he could congratulate me the moment I turned sixteen. It's actually ridiculously sweet.
M-
And I called you hot too so I think the day's coming up Brooklynn so far
Today 5:52 AM
A grin takes over my face and though I'm completely alone, I hide it under my warm blankets.
B-
Honestly. And thank you, you're the best! 💕
Delivered 5:54 AM
M-
Np B 😉❤️
Today 5:55 AM
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Not being able to fall back asleep, I trudge down the staircase some time later in my signature home attire, athletic shorts and a t-shirt three sizes too big.
"Well good morning my birthday girl!" Heather greets excitedly. I don't know how she's so perky at this hour.
"Morning!" I smile, though my eyelids still droop. "Why are you up working so early?"
"For your party, Missy. Better to get it done now than having to rush around right before."
I let out an exaggerated sigh, "Mom's going over the top again, isn't she?"
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Just One Voice
Novela JuvenilPeople really only understand two things about Manhattan's own Brooklynn Hope: she's rich, and she hates being rich. No one cares to see her for the talented, sarcastic and insecure teenage girl she actually is. And only one person knows that she ca...
