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"Get up birthday bitch," Kay busted through my bedroom door. I could barely see because I didn't have my glasses on. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and squinted.

"Huh?" I covered my eyes with the blanket and groaned.

"No ma'am," Kay tore the blanket completely off of my bed.

"Hello? I was using that," I pulled my legs to my chest. I heard Kay stomp over to the side of the bed. The bed dipped down next to me.

"Get. Up," She roughly grabbed my arms and pinned them down next to me. "We are not wasting this day," She got on top of me and looked at me.

"It's only like nine," I tried to pull my arms away, but her grip was too firm. "It's just a birthday Kay seriously," She slapped my face, but not enough to actually hurt me. "Ow!" I yelled loudly.

"Sadie Lean Williams, you've lived here for almost six months and you haven't even met a guy," I was confused by that.

"What does that have to do with anything?" I shook my head.

"I am the only person you've met," She raised her eyebrows at me.

"Not true,"

"Megan doesn't count," Damnit, I was gonna say, Megan. "She's five," I rolled my eyes.

"Margret, boom," I winked.

"She's seventy-five. That's not really something to brag about," She laughed and pat my chest with her hand. My eyes grew wide. "What?"

"Harry Styles," I raised my eyebrows up and down. "Not to brag but,"

"And you met him at the same damn coffee shop you go to every day," She slumped down. "Sadie, my point is you aren't going to get anywhere by knowing four people," I tried to think of other people I've met.

"Fine," I pushed her off of me and sat up. "What should we do today?" I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms out.

"We are going clubbing," She smiled at me and wiggled her eyebrows up and down.

"Nope, I'm twenty," I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders.

"That's why I got us these," She pulled out two cards. They looked like drivers' licenses. "Fake I.Ds baby," She gave me mine. I examined it and it had all of my correct information on it besides my birthdate. Instead of ninety-seven, the year was ninety-six. I nodded and looked at Kay.

"Well, it's not like we are doing this all day. What are we doing for the rest of the day?" I put the card on my nightstand.

"Shopping and finding you a clubbing outfit," She smiled and swung her feet over the edge of the bed. "I'm picking out your outfit for the day by the way," I laughed and laid back on my bed. I watched as she dug through my dressers and flipped through the clothes in my closet. She threw things onto my bed and juxtaposed different items.

"There we are," She put her hands on my hips and I sat up. I looked at what she picked out for me. She picked out a very small shirt that I actually never thought I'd wear and black skinny jeans.

"They won't fit in that thing," I held my chest and looked a the shirt.

"We'll make them fit," She scoffed and crossed her arms. "I don't care if we have to duct tape them down for them to stay put, you are wearing this shirt," She pointed a finger at me and squinted. "I have never seen you wear something like this and you deserve to feel sexy today," She grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my bed. I groaned as my feet met the cold wood.

"GO," She pushed me into the bathroom and threw the clothes at me. The bright bathroom lights took a while to get used to. I pulled off my sweater and an instant chill ran down my spine. I put the small tank top over my head. Oh my God.

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