Ugh. Today was my sixteenth birthday. It was just another day, really. My brother made sure it was just the same as another day. I had school and no one knew it was my birthday. Well, Mason somehow knew. That was a bit odd. It was nice that he knew, though. For the first time in a long time, someone wished me a Happy Birthday. Someone who didn’t have to.
My mom baked me a cake and together they all sang. I feel no different from when I was fifteen though. What is the difference between 5,839 days old and 5,840 days old? I still have the same as I did the day before. I am still the same person. The same miserable person with no hopes of a future.
God, I am so melodramatic. I have become the very thing I loathe.
I guess the one good thing about being sixteen is that I can finally get my license.
Thomas Hickory
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The Chronicles of Thomas Hickory
JugendliteraturThomas Hickory is an average high school student dealing with lack of sleep, hard classes, crushes, and the hardships of Driver's Ed. Join him as he journalizes his life for the world to see.
