"Happy bir.... to you, happ.... day to yo....."
I hear voices. In my half awake state of mind I realize that it's my birthday. I open my eyes and see my parents with the traditional plate of chocolate chip pancakes in front of them. I smile gratefully at them and sit up.
"You guys! Thank you so much. I love you both."
"We love you too sweetheart. Happy birthday." My mother sets the plate down and leaves with my father so I can enjoy my pancakes in peace. As I'm eating, I feel my phone buzz from somewhere under the covers. It's probably a text from my grandmother saying how much I've grown and how she's "so proud of the young lady I've become!" With a multitude of smile emoticons after the heart-felt paragraph. I find my phone by my hip and see that my assumptions were correct. I reply back with a pleasant thank you, and feel happy that she can't see how un-lady like I look, stuffing pancakes in my face, wearing an old pair of pajamas.
Thinking about my pajamas I finally realize that I am running late, and if I want to make the bus, I'll have to get ready now. I shove the last bit of pancake in my mouth and run to my closet. Thankfully, I decided to plan my outfit for today last night, so I grab my clothes and race to the bathroom. I take a quick shower, careful to wash all the conditioner out of my hair, and throw on my clothes. As I'm drying my hair, my mom knocks on the door.
"Honey? Are you almost ready? I wanted to drive you, but I'm running late too. Would you be alright taking the bus?" I roll my eyes and with a cheery tone I answer her questions.
"Yes mom, I'm almost ready, I'm drying my hair now. I'm okay with taking the bus, so you can leave for work."
"Oh good, I love you baby. Have a nice day at school. I'll see you after work." I smile to myself as I hear her shuffling throughout the house looking for her purse and keys and coffee mug, and hear the door slam a moment later. I brush on a little mascara and grab my bag from my room. I breathe a sigh of relief when I see other kids still at my stop. I walk over and wait patiently in line. After a few minutes I hear the bus rumbling down the street. I climb on and bid a "good morning" to Ted, the driver. I take my usual seat in the back, stick my headphones in my ears, and listen to my music in a daze until we arrive at the school.
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Still Fighting It
Teen FictionShe just wants to be happy, but when she realizes that her life is weighing her down, she needs to make changes. But how far is she willing to go to get there?
