winter breaks || m.e.

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ch. 1 ; this has to be a joke

Jade

being sixteen is hard. it's only been two minutes of it and i'm already over it. i looked at my phone.

12:03 am

i love my birthday, honestly. just like everybody else in the world. but it feels like with every upcoming year, there's more to worry about. i suddenly heard my phone ring. i looked at the caller id, "momma." you better know I was going to click accept in less than .3 seconds.

(bold is the phone call)

momma ; happy birthday sweetheart!

thanks madreee! ; jade

momma ; i have to go back working, but as soon as you wake up tomorrow, we'll do whatever you want to do.

okay ; jade

momma ; i love you, sweetheart

i love you too m- ; jade

call ended

lovely. you want to know what else sucks about birthdays, especially my birthday? winter birthdays! what if I want to just suntan on the beach, that's not an option, unless I want frostbite.

i laid back down on my bed, putting my phone on my nightstand. i closed my eyes and drifted to sleep, my mind wandering to what i would want to do today.

-

"good morning, kiddo!" my dad chirped.

i sat up, my eyes droopy from my sleepiness and adjusting to the light. i yawned and rubbed my left eye.

"morning dad," i smiled back at him.

"happy birthday, kiddo. have you thought of what you want to do today?" he asked handing me breakfast in bed.

it was chocolate pancakes drenched in Aunt Jemima's syrup and a glass of iced coffee. oh, how I love how well my family knows me.

"not yet, but thanks for the breakfast dad! it looks amazing," my mouth was basically salivating at this point.

i hate breakfast, but birthday breakfasts, i don't mind.

"okay, well just let us know when you know." he gives me a smile before walking out of my room.

of course, he doesn't shut the door. i groan before setting my breakfast aside and rushing up to shut my door. i rush back to my bed and begin stuffing these delicious pancakes into my mouth. i go on my phone onto Snapchat and watched other peoples' stories.

ashley is one of my friends. not one of my good friends, not one of my enemies. her story was filled with her and her best friends having a sleepover. then, there was a snap with a black screen labeled, "hbd jade." wow, love that. i slid up on her story and typed a quick "thanks!"

then came anastastia. one of my most amazing friends ever. i call her ana because she hates her name, but she's always there for me and i love her. her story was embarrassing pictures of me, the final snap being an incredibly hot photo of me in a black and gold bikini from this past summer, the caption being, "happy birthday, bitch," i smiled before sliding up and sending a kissy face emoji to her.