The Urban Daily

Chapter 14

Chasity

Waking up the next morning, I was greeted with the smell of pancakes and bacon. My phone was on the dresser and for some reason; it was vibrating and buzzing from notifications after notifications. Rolling over on my side, I unplugged my phone from its charger and seen over 500+ notifications from different social media sites.

Usually, I’d wake up with no more than a hundred, maybe a little more, but today was different. Typing my four number password in, I scrolled through my text messages from long distant family members that lived on the west coast, as well as my friends. Reading through most of them, they basically all read the same thing, which read Happy Birthday.

What? I thought to myself, shaking my head. “Today’s not my birthday...” I mumbled, throwing my legs over the bed and standing up. Just to make sure I was right, even though I was one hundred percent positive, I strolled over to the large calendar that was hanging up on the wall to verify the date. To my surprise, it was indeed, April 17th, my 20th birthday. My jaw dropped slightly as I continued to look at the date.

How did I forget my own birthday?

For me, that was nearly impossible because every year, this was the day I looked forward the most. I would plan out the entire day with millions of stuff to do, so that I wouldn’t ever have a bore moment. But with everything that's been unraveling in the last few weeks, my mind had been clouded with everything under the sun leaving me no room to hype up for my birthday.

And as I expected, these few weeks I’ve spent here had to be the absolute worst, excluding Tristan, who had seemed to be the highlight of this little trip, or whatever you wanted to call it. I just didn’t feel as happy as I normally was and I was more than ready to get these next four months over and done with.

Making my way to the bathroom, I showered, brushed my teeth and got dressed; afterwards, heading into the kitchen, realizing that it was completely empty. An orange sticky note was placed on the microwave that was left from Ma. It basically read that she and Zeke had to step out a little early this morning and they should be back around 7 tonight and to make sure that I was back in the house back then. From what I was assuming, I had a feeling that they were planning on taking me out tonight.

Crumbling the note up, I opened the microwave and pulled out the breakfast that was left for me and started eating. Now that my birthday had crept up on me, I had absolutely made no plans and I was going to have to run around town, trying to entertain myself before tonight.

My first plan was to go and visit Pops to how his day was going and afterwards, I would head over to the mall to find me a birthday fit, maybe go over to the movies and then out to lunch before I would go back here and get dressed. With that solid plan in motion, I finished up my food and placed my dishes in the sink, snatching my car keys off the counter and heading out.

Arriving at Pops’ house, I hopped out and treaded up the front porch stairs, immediately catching sight of Pops coming out the door with a beer, a newspaper and a pair of red scissors in his hand.

“Just the girl I was looking for. How does it feel to the big 2-0 birthday girl?” He asked me, sitting down in one of the many wooden rocking chairs he had scattered all over the porch.

Engraved in the backs of the chairs, were all types of intricate designs and symbols. It's been about six years since I've sat in one of these.

Pulling up a chair beside him, I sat down and shrugged a little. “I don’t know, it hasn’t really hit me yet. I’ll give it a few more days before it really starts to set in.” I told him, still not believing the fact that I was 20 years old myself.