Two Months

1: No Karaoke

It was my seventeenth birthday. The second of June. The day after school was over.

I usually don't get birthday parties or birthday songs from my friends. 1. Everyone is out doing crap they could do later. And 2. I have no friends. My life consists of me being in the library playing Minecraft and reading John Green books. My parents are too traditional for modern technology, so no T.Vs, Mac Books, or iPad's. Most of my generation would die, but not I, I'd just go to the library. I don't do anything interesting. I don't play an instrument or sing, I don't act or draw. I specialize in technology. Ironic, huh? My hobbies include being ironic, sarcastic, and lame.

For my birthday this year, they've decided to get me a surprise present and eat at Frank's. I despised that place, but what I do like about Frank's is that drunk people come and sing karaoke. The weird thing is that this restaurant has no karaoke machine.

"Okay, we already know what gift we're giving you, we just need to know when to give it to you." My mom seemed too exited, I turn a year older every year and it's the same stuff. Present. Open. Frank's. Eat. Basically, I was bored of being surprised.

"Can I give him a hint?" Emiliette said. My younger sister, she's thirteen, we are four years apart. Sometimes, we call her Emili, Em, or Lili.

"No, you'll ruin it again," Emiliette tells me every year, one time she told me the second I got it in my arms. That was the year I knew to ignore the little girl.

"Both of you should just not tell her, it'd be easier." I shrugged my shoulders towards mom and dad.

"She finds out about a day later." Dad said. "But whatever."

Mom and dad came out of hallway with a wrapped box the size of Shaqille O'Neal's shoe. They had smiles on their faces, almost creepy-like. Emiliette was just behind them mouthing out a word. I ignored her. I actually want to be surprised this year. She tried to grab my attention by waving her hands, but she wasn't in my eyes.

"Okay, happy seventeenth birthday, Hades!" They said to me. I hated my name, at the same time, I loved it more than my library card.

"Go ahead, and open it!" Emiliette screamed.

I grabbed the box and opened an edge of it, it was a brown box. I had no mercy, I engaged my high school anger into the wrapping paper. In a few seconds, all the festive-ness was on the floor, and the only thing in front of me was a crisp new, laptop. Holy smokes! My parents would never do it, it wasn't even an option I wrote in the list of things to give me.

"A laptop? What?" I laughed, it must have been a joke, my mom and dad would forbid this. Then I decided to wake up and smell the artificial roses. "I LOVE IT." I hugged mom, then dad. I gracefully opened the corners and lifted the tabs, it was stunning, my very own PC. Then it hit me. "Do I have to share this with Em?" I knew there was a catch here.

"Absolutely not, don't worry, it's all yours." Dad reassured me, thank the potatoes I'm not sharing with my sister. "But there is one circumstance, just one," of course, "you can't use it when we are suppose to be having breakfast, lunch, dinner, or at a family meeting."

  I nodded my head yes and opened the glorious baby. "it's dinner time at Frank's, so no laptop just yet." Mom said.

Frank's was lame, I ordered the usual, the New York style sandwich. I didn't even try to look at the other stuff in the menu. Why bother? Everything else in there is fish, and I am anti-fish. Fish are friends, not food. I just wanted to quickly eat and get to Cerberus, (my laptop), I need to make sure I can do the same things I can do at the library. The drunken people came about ten minutes after us, and chugged down some vodka in front of our table. They were the usual people. Paul and Gara. I liked them, they felt cool to be around. Gara was the funny lady with much jokes about Paul's moustache, which I laughed at sometimes. Paul is the guy who pays for everything in the end, and he typically starts the karaoke session.