I woke up thinking about today. I knew it was going to be a good day. My alarm clock quickly went off at 6:30 A.M. I had woke up two minutes before. I soon heard a know on my door. "Wake up, Sweetie! Time to go to school." I groaned. I always have hated school. Does she even remember what today is? I thought.
I got up and went looking through my closet. There I found the outfit that I was saving up until this day: a red, sequined shirt with dark skinny jeans and a leather jacket. I put the jacket in my backpack as I rushed downstairs to eat breakfast.
"Hey, honey." My mom said.
"Hi" I replied back.
"Here's your breakfast"
I sat there, staring at my breakfast of pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon. The bacon formed the number 16 on the plate. I stared at it pouting. I hate birthdays more than anything in the world. But I had a feeling about this birthday, a good feeling.
