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Chapter 6.

Friday.

''HAPPY BIRTHDAY'' someone screams into my ear, forcefully opening the curtains. The sunlight burns my eyes and I pull the covers over my head in hopes to get a few more minutes of sleep.

''For God's sake close those curtains'' I mumble, feeling the strings of sleep pulling me back into my sweet slumber. Just when I was about to, my alarm goes off. Are you serious...

''It's your birthday!''

''My baby is already eighteen'' my mum whines, a little over dramatically.

My heartbeat quickens at her words and I smile under the covers. Even though I do not feel any different from the day before, it's still a good feeling. Now I get to make my own decision hopefully.

I pull them away from my face looking into the faces of my parent- mum and Bob. I frown at my thoughts when Bob shoves a piece of cake in my face. It's tradition that the person who has birthday gets cake (or in Bob's case pie. He's obsessed with pie) as breakfast. A tradition I enjoy and value.

''Thank you'' I say, blowing out the four candles on the big piece.

''What did you wish?'' Bob asks curiously, green eyes shining. The same eyes his brother, and in the end, I also have.

My mum laughs, shooting me a warm motherly grin. ''She can't tell you!''

I try to rub the sleepiness out of my eyes, standing up and hugging each of them. ''Good morning.''

''Let's go downstairs, so she can get dressed. We will wait downstairs with your cake,'' my mother tells me, a sweet smile playing on her lips. Even this early in the hour, she manages to look effortless and ready for the day.

I nod, stretching my body. When they close the door, I think about to just go back to bed. I glance at the unmade, navy blue sheets and my body practically longed for it. It's my birthday after all. But I somehow manage to drag my body into my own little bathroom, freeing my hair from its mess and taking a quick shower. Once out, I blow dry my hair and braid it into a long fishtail braid that continued down my back.

"Shit" I breathe when I realize that I forgot to take something to wear with me inside.

In just a towel I walk back into my bedroom. Even through it is morning and sun is shining, it is not as bright as it was when I woke up. So I turn my nightstand on as I decide to wear a navy blue skirt, which has buttons in the front and pockets on the sides. It reaches just above my knees. I pull a white shirt over my head, rolling the sleeves up and tugging the ends lazily into the skirt.

I tried, really tried, to put on some eye shadow, but end up removing it since I messed up my eye liner like three times. Once I'm done, I grab my bag, my homework off the desk and put it in the bag. I grab my pills, taking two of them in my mouth and swallowing them with some water. I stand there for a second just letting the fact that I'm already eighteen years old sink in.

''You look lovely'' my mother says giving me my cake and coffee when I walk into the kitchen.

''I'm thankful for the existence of coffee every day,'' I yawn and Bob laughs.

''When are the girls coming over today?'' he asks, eyes focus on the newspaper. I smile, as I watch my mother eating her breakfast next to him, and laughing when he shows her the comic section he always reads first.

''After school.''

I take a little box of the top shelf, carefully placing a few pieces of cake in it to have it later for lunch. I also get a few for Emma and Heather.