Bittersweet

Birthday

It's so dark, an empty dreamless sleep. I open my eyes, it's dark outside. I guess that makes sense it's October ...
Wait a second, I think to myself, it's  the 5th of October ! "Happy Birthday, hon," my dad says, I smile "thanks!"
Finally 17, I think. I get up and head to my mirror, Wednesday sadly, stupid school. I get ready, a tank top a dark grey hoodie, and some dark jeans. I put on a thin winged eyeliner, some mascara, and a red lip. I tie my short hair into a low ponytail with my blue bangs hanging over my right eye. I walk out of my room, "Happy Birthday Bear," my mom says. "Heya birthday girl," my sister shouts down the hall. Her long red hair is hanging down her back with the top half tied in a messy bun. "Mel, what is all over your face?" My dad asks sarcastically, my mom shoved my bangs behind my ears, " there's that beautiful face!" I blush and walk to the kitchen, I smell coffee, 4 plates of Belgian waffles line the counters. My dad hands me the middle one. I grab some coffee and sit at the table. After I eat, my sister Jace and I head out the door, we get into her car and head to school. 

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"So what's it like being seventeen?" my friend asks me sarcastically when I arrive at school. "Still single!" I joke back. I'm seventeen years old and have never even been asked out. Some would say it's a strange topic to think about in your birthday. I guess, I just can't help myself, seeing everyone around begin to define themselves and pair off into couples, as I get older I begin to realize how pointless it is to continue looking in this town. "Hey Mela!" Jacob walks up behind me and pats my back. I look up at him, he's a tall guy, dull yellow eyes, gorgeous yellow eyes. "Melanie!" "Oh hey," I say stumbling over my words. "He teasingly rolls his eyes at me. "Happy Birthday" he says. I thank him quickly as I feel my cheeks flush. Alright, now that that's over, off to class.