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The screeching noise of the

fire alarm awoke my awful nightmare.

I sat up and my eyes broke open. I turned on

my phone that was lying on the nightstand.

It was June 18th, which meant I turned 

nineteen years old today. I crawled out of my

bed, feeling a shadow of sadness draped

over me. I wrapped myself in a blanket

and walked out of my room, to the kitchen where 

Michael was swatting the fire alarm with a

spatula. The noise stopped and he looked over

at me. He apologized for waking me and congratulated

me on my aging. I thanked him and felt

a sudden urge to eat guacamole. The

time on the microwave read eleven am,

and I shook my head, deciding on orange

juice instead of coffee. 

"You're awful quiet." Michael told me, as Luke

entered the shared kitchen. 

"I don't know, I'm just sad." I shrugged, and Luke

stole a piece of bacon from the plate

Michael set in front of me.

"Why?" He asked in awe.

"I'm not sure." I told him. I was shocked

Michael remembered my birthday, really. 

My phone began ringing loudly and 

I covered my ears in annoyance. The

caller ID showed 'Mom' and I answered slowly.

She asked me out for a girl's day and 

even though I wasn't feeling it,

I said yes, it's better than laying around

all day feeling depressed.

I changed into yoga pants

and my favorite top from Pink.

It barely fit over my baby girl,

but it was okay for now. All I had time

to do was braid my hair and brush 

my teeth before my mom arrived. She

took me to almost a million stores

and my feet killed after walking around

so much. Thankfully, it was time to

have a break from my mother for the day.

After shopping with my mom for

nearly four hours, Michael

informed me dinner was at his mom's

house. When I arrived I smelled the scent

I loved most. Lasagna. It was an awful

addiction. Karen smiled and kissed me,

also congratulating me on my aging. She told me

Michael was in his old bedroom, and so I

nodded, walking up stairs to

his old room. They had a big house since

it was only Michael and his parents.

I knocked on the door and opened it.

Four boys stood there, in the pink room.

There was lace everywhere and the crib Michael and

I were looking at buying and dozens

of stuffed toys and a changing table.

The boys were covered in pink paint

as well and I ran and gave Michael a giant

hug, while beginning to cry.

"Happy birthday." He hugged me.

"I love it." I said, referring to the nursery.

"We're moving in, if you could'nt tell."