Under the Stars |✓

11

The stars are the streetlights of eternity.

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Today was my birthday. The day I dreaded and wished I was never born.

I got up very early in the morning before anyone else did. I dressed up in casual jeans and my usual hoodie, since the weather was a little chilly. I let my blonde hair fall down in its natural waves, then I wore a pair of my good sneakers and headed out of the house.

But before I did that, I made sure to slip in a happy birthday note to my sister under her door. It was a part of our tradition. I'd send a note to her and she would send a note to me early in the morning. I don't know if she would do same but I made sure to not think about it.

I didn't want to be home today because it would be the same thing every year. I would stay in my room all day while the party for my sister was going on downstairs. Afterwards my mom would come in and throw some presents at me nonchalantly and walk away. Then later in the night, I would go out to the field with my sister.

I wanted something for a change this year, since that was all that seemed to be happening in my life anyways.

I decided to visit the café that was a mile away from home and treat myself to something nice. I bought myself some small cakes and cookies and for the heck of it, a cup of banana and blueberry milkshake with the money I had saved up during highschool. The milkshake was actually pretty good.

In a small section of the cafe was a single bookshelf containing different novels and books for anyone that was interested. Near the shelf was a single cream-colored sofa and a small, round mahogany table with about four different coloured beanbags. It looked like a mini-library or something like that.

I chose a book from the shelf, a small fairytale storybook and I situated myself on one of the beanbags beside it, reading its contents.

One hour became two, two hours became four and after completing a total of two books in a span of five hours, I made up my mind to spend the rest of my day in the cafe at least till my curfew which was six o'clock in the evening.

Time was on my side as the seconds went by slowly. When it was a quarter to six, I got up from the beanbag I been sittingon all day and dropped my last finished book. Satisfied with my day well spent, I headed back home.

However, nothing could have prepared me for what awaited me at home

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How often do you leave your home?
Me, never.