It Was My Birthday

[Mystical Angel]

This isn't one of my best stories. It was written on a sudden writing spree I had, and just had to get out @_@

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Short, short story. Dedicated to everyone who has a birthday!



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It Was My Birthday

By Mystical Angel

Rated PG-13



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It is my birthday in one weeks time ... Heck, forget it. I was trying to go for poetry. But what can I tell you? I am not poetic. I don't think I have the writing skill for it. I mean to me, poetry is four word sentences that rhyme. ::cough cough:: Example: Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, Sugar is Sweet, and So Are You! Ta Da! My amazing attempt at poetry. Yes! Amazing! You were lucky to even get that out of me.



Anyway, back to the original topic. It is my birthday in one weeks time... What? Want me to say more?! Geez, didn't know you were so picky. But if you insist. Alright. But seriously, what is there to say. I am fifteen, going on sixteen. My birthday is July 24, and it is in one week. Well actually one week, one day, and six hours. I am not keeping track, can you tell? But hey! It is my sixteenth birthday! Sweet Sixteen! The ultimate age where you are finally old enough to get your drivers license, and... and... well I can't think of any more, but once I do, I'll get back to you.



To tell you the truth, I don't know what turning sixteen is all about. I mean it's the same as when you turned fifteen, heck, it's that same as when you turn thirteen, maybe even nine. Nope, sixteen is not special! Except for the fact, that it is the birthday everyone so idolizes. You have the sixteen balloons, sixteen candles, sixteenth birthday party where you get to invite boys. Alright, I'll admit. Sixteen was my most looked forward to day in my life. I mean come on! I'm turning sixteen!



But who cares? Really! My special Sweet Sixteen birthday isn't all so special. I have no friends. Ok maybe I have friends. But I don't have any really, really good friends. Actually no friends that remember it's your birthday. That's the bummer about being me. You go through all the trouble of remembering everyone else's birthday, because you want to suck up to them (did I just say that... hehe) and then they don't remember yours.



I would trade in being sixteen for just one really good friend... A best friend if that's what you would call it. I did have best friends in my past. But what can I tell you? They either moved, switched schools, or made new friends. And ta da. We aren't best friends any more. Yea, sad and depressing. You are probably thinking who the hell is this weirdo girl.



No wait. I can't call me weird. Because even the weirdos at my school have best friends. I am just one sad, depressed, lonely, little girl. Alright. I am making myself cry. Back to my life! Today is Wednesday. And that is a very special day! Yes special! Why? Because I said so damn it! ::does strange, mentally retarded, totally insane, you've-got-to-be-kidding-me dance::



Today, Wednesday, July 16, 2003, my family that lives in California is coming to visit. I really have no idea why. They are arriving Wednesday afternoon, and then leaving Saturday morning. Not much of visit. But hey I will get to see my cousin, Misao. They arrived at about two thirty in the afternoon.



My cousin and I did the usual run up to each other, screaming at the top of your lungs, hug the heck out of each other welcoming dance... ::blink blink:: Ok, no we didn't. We actually smiled at each other, said hi, and I showed her where she could put her stuff. Once upon a time we did do that welcoming dance. But what can I tell you. I would have, but I don't think she would have gone for it. Why? Well for one she's one year older, has a boyfriend, is smart, pretty, and has a cell phone. She's one of those once-best-friends-not-any-more people.



My life sucks you say? I know. No need to tell me twice. The first day she was here was... eventful. Exciting, wonderful, specfuckingtacular. Hehe sorry. I don't usually cuss. But I read that word in a new release recently and it has just stuck with me. Actually the book was released in April, but that's irrelevant. The book is the eleventh one in the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series. Heard of it? Awesome books. Recommended by me. That is if you don't have a problem with vampires, necromancers, werewolves, and premarital sex.



Anyway, back to the problem at hand. I was excited to see Misao. But the most I got out of her was "Hey Kaoru! How are ya?" Yea, that's all. The rest of the time she was either on her cell phone talking to her boyfriend, or on the internet... yea you guessed it... talking to her boyfriend. We did spend a half hour together and drove down to Starbucks. Coconut Mocha Frappuccino. Mmmmmm... But I wouldn't call spending ten minutes in a car, looking out the window, not talking at all quality time.


Alright. I admit. Wednesday wasn't much fun. But hell, Thursday was! We went to Boulder Beach, this new water park that just opened at this theme park, Silverwood. Yea it was fun. Well after my whole thinking of how fat I look in this swimsuit, and Misao is just so much prettier and skinnier than me, I had fun.



Yea, we went to the wave pool. Almost drowned. No, just kidding. I think the wave pool is supposed to resemble a beach... Well... Duh! Right, waves happen at beaches. Right, now that we got that figured out. Why the hell is their picture of a cabin in the wilderness at the end of the wave pool. WILDERNESS! What the hell is wrong with these people. Wouldn't a BEACH been more suitable. Oh well. Not my place to complain.



After the wave pool we went on the water slides. You could only go down the slides on the inner tubes they provided. These huge, ugly yellow things that resembled badly deformed donuts. The first slide would have been fun, well... it was fun. OK. Besides the fact that I think my inner tube was DEFLATED! Only me! Only me! It would only be me to pick out the deflated tube out of the whole freakin' pile!



Let's just say after the first slide I dumped the tube and found another. We went on the other three slides they had. We meaning Misao (duh), Me (duh), and my little sister Tsubame. I don't think I mentioned her yet. She's thirteen and a little thorn in my side.



We went down the other slides having the time of our lives going down in complete blackness not knowing when funnels of death ended. Yea it was fun, but I wished they had some sort of blinking Christmas lights to give you a more you-are-going-through-outer-spacey kinda feeling. Oh well. But that wasn't the problem!



Oh no! The problem was this freaking retarded girl that took my tube away! I just finished with the slide and was about to go in line with Misao and Tsubame when this girl came up to me and said I needed to give up my tube. And give it to her so she can ride. I was all like "What the hell! Who the hell made you boss?!".



Yea right. I didn't say anything. Just gave her my tube. I don't know if such a rule exists, but if it does then no one was following it. Fate just decided to pick on me! From the water slides we headed over to this... I have no idea what you would call it.



It was this play center that resembled a freaking shower. Water poured down from everywhere. And every so often this humungo bucket at the top would fill with water and dump it on the people. Yea.... Kiddieish I know. But it was fun. Except when I was walking across this rope bridge and this kid from above poured a freaking bucket of cold water on me. It would have been funny if the kid hadn't laughed like a freaking macho water nazi.



Overall... Thursday was fun. But the best day had to have been Friday! Have you ever seen that pizza commercial where the guy is wearing a t-shirt with Tuesday on it. And he is all talking how Tuesday is not kid's favorite days. And then another guy comes in with a t-shirt saying Friday. And the kids start jumping up and down screaming at the top of their lungs. Well that's how I feel about Friday. Except Tuesday has not becoming my favorite day just because Dominoes, or Pizza Pipeline, or whatever freaking pizza parlor that was from, has a special.



We didn't do much on Friday. Just went to the movies. HECK YEA! I was really excited. I mean we were going to see Pirates of the Caribbean! Hell YES! I mean Orlando Bloom! Sexy guy! ::yummy:: The movie was so cool! I was on the edge of my seat the entire time! The worst part had to have been where Will Turner (0rlando Bloom) kissed the girl. What's her name? Miss. Swan... Or whatever.



It wasn't bad that he kissed her. I mean he's acting! The worst part was after the movie where everyone bombarded me with the same phrase! "Poor Kaoru! Her lover boy kissed another girl!" I don't know how they figured out my little crush on Orlando Bloom. But then again perhaps it's the desktop picture I put on the computer of Orlando Bloom in costume as Will Turner. Or the screen saver that shows many pictures of Orlando Bloom in costume as Legolas from Lord of the Rings. Yea... That could be it...



After that, Friday was boring. The parents went out gambling, which stuck me babysitting my two year old niece Ayame. She was in bed before you could say "Hallelujah!". Unfortunately she crawled out of her bed and walked downstairs. I didn't mind though. She watched t.v. with my cousin, Yutarou, until she fell asleep.



Other than that, I watched the Disney's channel's new original motion picture, Eddie's Million Dollar Cook Off, and listened to Misao talk to her boyfriend. Tsubame was chatting on the computer talking about God knows what. And my parents still weren't home.



I ended up falling asleep around one. Only to be woken about three thirty IN THE MORNING by loud banging on the window. That sacred the shit out of me. I mean a rapist was going to come in torture me! I am to young to die! Actually, it so happened that my parents forgot to bring the garage door opener, so they couldn't get in through the garage, and both of them did not have a front door key. So... they were locked out. And the person banging on the window was my dad.



I finally dragged my heavy ass out from under my blanket when I realized I was in no immediate danger. I groggily and very angry walked up to the front door to let my soon-to-be-dead family in. They were able to escape death from me this time, only because I was to tired to fight.



Saturday morning. Nine o' clock. My family from California packed up and left. Good bye. Sayonara. See you later. And my life... was boring again.



Schedule:



Sunday - Wake up... Go on the computer... Download crap off of WinMX.... Watch my two episode collection of Ayashi no Ceres... Go upstairs... Look around kitchen... Eat nothing... Go back downstairs... Go back on computer... Several hours later eat dinner... Go back on computer... Go to sleep...



Monday - Wake up... Go on the computer... Download crap off of WinMX.... Watch my four episode collection of Gundam Wing... Go upstairs... Look around kitchen... Eat nothing... Go back downstairs... Go back on computer... Several hours later eat dinner... Go back on computer... Go to sleep...



Tuesday. Nothing special here. Two days till my birthday and nothing to do. I went through my same routine only to have it disrupted by my dad. He decided on the spur of the moment to take me out driving so I could practice my parallel parking. You could say I was pissed... Yea right! I was jumping with joy!



I realized something then. I could not parallel park if my life depended on it! I wasn't a bad driver but I wasn't great either. I don't know... something about not being able to focus on the road. Nothing big. I know one thing for sure. I am going to fail my drive test. Holy freaking crap. We came back home with my happy mood deflated.



Wednesday. Wow. The day before my sixteenth birthday. And my routine is back to normal. Let's see... Wanna read it again? OK. >>>Wake up... Go on the computer... Download crap off of WinMX.... Watch Endless Waltz... Go upstairs... Look around kitchen... Eat nothing... Go back downstairs... Go back on computer... Several hours later eat dinner... Go back on computer... Go to sleep...<<<



Yea life sucks. I woke up Thursday. And guess what day it is! July 24! Sixteen years ago to this day I was born! ***It is my birthday*** I go upstairs and greet my dad. He had come from work just a couple hours before. He is in the military you see, and had night shift. He looks up... Smiles... Says "Happy Birthday"... And then goes to his room and sleeps...



That's it. No sixteen balloons... No cake with sixteen candles... No party... and No boys...No one had remembered my birthday. No one... Not even my sister. She was to busy sleeping to remember. And then when she did wake up, she didn't say anything... Just got dressed and went to gymnastics...



See I told you. Sixteen isn't anything special. It was just like when I turned fifteen. No one remembered. Damn. OK... Well my dad remembered. And that's definitely an improvement considering he forgot last year. But last year my mom and grandma called me to say Happy Birthday. This year... they didn't. Oh hell!!! Even the internet remembered it was my birthday. I received an email from a site called The Student Center, that sang Happy Birthday to me...



My life is pathetic. Hell I covered a week in only five pages!



Schedule (so far):



Thursday - July 24 - Wake up... Go on the computer... Download crap off of WinMX.... Watch my two episode collection of Ayashi no Ceres... Go upstairs... Look around kitchen... Eat nothing... Go back downstairs... Go back on computer...



And back to square one. Wait no... I actually ate some left over spaghetti. Whoopy. The whole time I was dishing out the cold noodles and into my bowl I found myself constantly gazing over to the caller id box hoping to see a flashing green light indicating I had missed a call. You know... Maybe from one of my supposed friends wishing me a happy birthday. No such luck...



It was three thirty in the afternoon before I realized I didn't want to be in my house. I didn't want to see my parents. I didn't want an ex-cheerleader or ex-highschool clown see their daughter as some poor excuse for a girl with no friends. ON HER BIRTHDAY! I changed from my pajamas and took my dog on a walk. Not far. Just to the park. And let me tell you something. It was freaking hot outside! Halfway to the park I suddenly got a bloody nose. I ran the rest of the way there and hoped to God that the restrooms there were opened. To my luck they were.



I never really liked these restrooms. It has two stalls, with out doors. In the past I used to go to these park activities. They would send people over and we would play games and such. Kinda like a at-home camp. It was fun. I don't know if they still do that anymore. I remember having to hold up water soaked towels as a door for the bathrooms after going down the slip and slide. Ah yes. The good old days.



Anyway, I stopped my bloody nose and went to go sit on bench more towards the open field. It was in the shade of the pine trees so I thought it would be a perfect place to sit and study for my drive written test tomorrow, or so I thought. I don't about you. But I HATE bugs. Anything that crawls, buzz, and has more then two legs is a sickening sight to me.



A fly actually landed on the book I was reading. I looked straight at its freaky red eyes and jumped up and down screaming bloody mary. Yea. That's when I went home. No more outside for me!



When I walked into my house I half expected a surprise party waiting for me. I was greeted by silence. Why would I be special enough to deserve a party? Especially a surprise party! Never happened in the past. Won't happen now. I don't know. I guess I am still hanging onto that your sixteenth birthday is supposed to be special.



Schedule (rest of day) -



Go on computer... Go outside with Ayame... Water Plants... Go on computer... Eat dinner... Go on computer...



That's all. That's my life. That's my special sixteenth birthday. What more would I expect? I mean I'm glad no one surprised me... Or remembered it was my birthday. If someone did I would probably have died of shock. Oh well... Not all of life is great...



After dinner you could say I died. I should have any way. My mom had bought me a small cake. And on it were sixteen candles. Maybe I didn't get the party or the boys. ::sigh:: But I got something better. I have a family that shows they love me... in an odd sort of way. So for those short sixteen minutes I left behind my insecurities and had a happy sixteenth birthday.



The clock struck midnight. It is my birthday...



It was my birthday...



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