"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday to you!"
This is the first song I ever heard the moment I wake up. My alarm hasn't went off yet but my parents' singing woke me up.
They are not bad singers actually. They have a good voice. No wonder where I got the potential to sing. They were also my mentors when I was young and I developed my talent throughout the years.
A smile crept up my face when I cleared my eyes and sat up straight in my bed. It's great to have them here and be the first ones to greet me on my birthday. It's not like they don't do this annually.
My dad was carrying a vanilla chiffon cake, my favorite, with 18 sparkling candles lit up on top of it. My mom was holding three boxes, which is piled up on top pf her hands.
I'm like whoa. Three boxes. I'm good with one but three, okay I'm good with it too. It's their choice anyways so yeah.
Last year they gave me a human sized penguin. Which is now sitting at the corner of my room all fluffy and cuddly.
Oh, why penguin? Because I love penguins. If Luke Hemmings loves penguins then I love penguins. Anyways, they're cute. Don't judge me.
I'm secretly a 5SOS fan and a One Direction fan.
The thing is, I'm another year older and I still didn't get a notice from those nine boys. One of the biggest fangirl problems.
Nevermind that, I took the boxes from my mom's hand. I untangle the ribbon from the first box and opened it. It revealed a beige colored wedge. The ones I saw at the mall the other day when I was with Syd. She must've told my parents I liked it. What a good friend.
I opened the second box and it was a white dress with a small belt on the waistline. It looked simple but still pretty.
Two down, one to go. I opened the last box and it was a black Michael Korrs handbag. What the fuck. I've been wanting this my whole life and now I have it.
My face lit up like a child receiving this most wanted bag. I'm so happy. I didn't mind about the people ignoring me yesterday or today. I'm savoring the moment of happiness I'm having right now.
I threw my arms up to my mom and dad and gave them a tight hug. A smile spread across my face. "Thank you! Thank you!" I say it to my parents for I don't know how many times.
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Okay. This is weird. There are no students visible in Wullington High. It's either I'm early or very late. But I never come late. I always come on time or just before the bell rings.
"Sweetie, we need to go. I'm sure Brian is somewhere inside. You'll find him." my mom said. My parents decided to drive me to school today even though they needed to go to work as early as possible.
Brian was such a dickhead for leaving me behind. He was never that early. I was the designated driver, I think, but he took off without me. He should've just asked me if he wants to drive, I'd be happy to let him. But why leave me? Why dude?
I called Syd if she could pick me up this morning. But all I heard was "Hey this is Syd. Sorry if I won't be able to answer your call at the moment. Kind of busy. Just leave a message!" So I took that as a no.
I also called my so called "boyfriend", Rushton. But then the same thing happened. "There's a beep for a reason. You know what to do." I didn't bother leaving any message for him.
One day is enough. Two days is too much. I'm so hurt. So dang hurt.
I let out a sigh. Gave my parents a kiss and bid them goodbyes. I went out of the car and into the school.
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My Kind Of Perfect
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