Tiffany is a fifteen year old girl who everyone would expect to have a perfect life. She has a large house, everyone seems to love her, and her dad is Freddie Mercury. So what seems to be the problem?
So everyone this came out of me being bored and...
My blankets are quickly stripped away from me before I am even awake. Ugh. Why does this person want me to suffer? I have done nothing to this person for them to force me to wake up. Oh wait, I'm a bitch to these people and a disgrace to both of them. The lights begin to flicker and I could see it through my eyes. I rub my eyes open when I hear my dad yelling. "Wake up Tiffany! It's time to get up!" He yelled. I am somewhat awake when I see both Freddie and Jim standing in front of my bed. Jim had a plate of pancakes and Freddie had a average but thin box in his hand.
"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" They both yelled in unison. I blushed and looked down giggling. Jim placed the pancakes in front of me and I thanked him. I started to eat before Freddie hugged me and kissed my head. "Happy birthday baby!" He said again. He was overly happy today, I didn't understand why. It's only my sixteenth birthday. There is no big deal to that. My mid life crisis is only starting to develop. Now that I am sixteen, I have to drive, get a job, and even a boyfriend. Oh, I really do not want to think about this today.
"Open it Tiff." Freddie demanded and I picked up the box. I opened the top half of the box the item that he purchased for me was covered in tissue paper, which I removed and I fell in love with it. I don't deserve it and he probably spent so much money. I love it, but I feel like I can't accept it. I just stare at it. "A yellow Gucci wallet?!" I yelped. Both of my parents chuckled. I felt the soft leather along my hands. It was very delicate and, real. "Dad, I don't deserve this." Was all I could really say. "No Tiffany of course you do. Being sixteen is going to be a challenge. Besides, it's your birthday." My dad told me.
My only choice was to nod, still feeling like shit. "Now hurry up and get ready. It gets better." Jim says and they both exit my room like small children. I sighed. Not knowing how this day was going to unfold. I didn't want this day to be anything special. It was only my birthday and it really did not matter to me. There are many better birthdays to come. Such as eighteen and twenty one. I ate the food that was actually vey satisfying and put on my uniform for school. I decided to wear a pair of black pants today instead of my casual skirt. "Tiffany, get the fuck outside!" My dad screamed from outside.
I'm embarrassed due to how loud he is. I swear the entire neighborhood could be able to hear him, and the houses are very far apart from one another. I grab my book bag and rush down the stairs exiting my house. I am so, I don't even know how I feel when I see what is right in front of me. "Dad what the fuck it's beautiful! I am so sorry for swearing but I can't help it!" I yelled and began to cry tears of joy when I saw the Volkswagen right in front of me. It was just like Joe's car that I had always been in love with, but it's yellow. I stare down at my wallet, then the vehicle. There was a theme going on here, they were coordinating my gifts with my favorite color.
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I run over and feel the hood of the car. "Do you like it?" My dad asked. I gave him a sarcastic stare. "Are you kidding me? This is perfect!" I yelled happily. But then a sudden obvious thought came. "Wait, but I don't have a license." I said and frowned. My dad pulled out a card from his pocket. I look at it and only want to laugh. This is by far the stupidest thing I will have if I decide to drive. "Here's your license." He informed and I stared down at it. "Dad, this is a picture of you in the seventies." I said. "I know, but you look like me. So just use that until we can get a license for you." He replied. "But your name is on it." I went on.
