No celebration

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Brianna Age: 19

Brianna POV

My eyes opened slowly but surely. The first thing I see is the beams of light coming from the cracks in my widow's curtains.I let out a low groan as I stretched my limbs out. Once I turn my head towards the clock on my side table, along with my phone, I see it's 5:23. I let out a low sigh into my pillow before tossing the sheets off my body. When I got up, I continued to stretch as I walked to my bathroom.

I turned on the light and went straight to the shower

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I turned on the light and went straight to the shower.  I sleep naked, so I don't really need to worry about undressing.

And yes I just told you that. It won't be the strangest thing you'll hear from me anyway so... I would get used to it.

I ran my fingers through my hair as the water rushed down onto my body. As I washed myself I thought about what I was to do today. I let out a long, exaggerated breath as I finished up. I grabbed a towel from the hanger beside my shower, and began to dry myself as I made my way to my closet.

"Okay..."
I said looking around my walk-in closet.
"Professional it is."
I grabbed some clothes from my work attire section and got dressed. It was actually pretty comfortable. Well maybe not the shoes, but I can live with that.

As I walked out of my closet/bathroom, I fixed my necklace

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As I walked out of my closet/bathroom, I fixed my necklace. When I made it to my side table, to grab my phone, I heard a knock from my door.
"Come in."
I said very well knowing who was at the door.
And when I turned around, I saw Alfred standing in the doorway.

I chuckled at Alfred.
"Good morning Alfred."

I swear he is the only one who peacefully knocks. Dick just walks in, Bruce just yells for me (rarely though), Barry asks ahead of time so he can just barge in, and Tim just waits until I wake up. Yes, I know he's the sweetest boy ever.

"Morning Brianna,"
Alfred replies with a small smile.
"Happy birthday."

I returned Alfred's smile and nodded back as a thank you. You see..I don't really like my birthday. I have a reason, but you don't get to know why just yet.

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