I guess it didn't really matter...I mean, I was only turning 18...
It's weird, the feeling of finally being an adult.
I could get a tattoo, I think...I could drive a car without a parent, not that I'd need to know how to drive anymore...
Echoing of silence bounced around my room.
I wasn't ever going to see my family again.
I wasn't ever going to celebrate my birthday again.
I wasn't ever going home, was I?
Tears slid down my face, two at a time.
I stared at my wall, and muttered to my self,
"Happy birthday,
Lance."
I sighed again and rolled over onto my bed, hoping I'd never have to get up.
