Chapter 1: Endless Drama

  Today, is my day, my very special day. That day, where I turn one year older than I am. That is, 13. I appreciate my birthday, now, I can be known as a bit more mature. Then, people will respect me for who I am. 

   I walk slowly down the stairs, rubbing my eyes with every step. My mom's down in the kitchen, it smells like bacon. I smile.

   "Good morning." I sigh, like nothing's happening. Mom looks over her shoulder and smiles. 

  "Hi, honey. How was your sleep?" she asks me.

   "It was okay, I couldn't sleep though." I say. She smiles and goes back to flipping over the food. Pancakes, bacon, waffles, sliced strawberries, whipped cream, this was going to be a special birthday! After all, it was my golden one. 

   "I'll be back, I'm going to go take a shower." I say as I walk up the stairs.

   "All right, but, don't be too long, I have a surprise for you." she winks at me and I run up stairs.

    Wow, was this exciting, it was the first time my mom was even happy, she was never happy after my parent's divorce. She was all layed low and tired and depressed. More zombie-ish, if you ask me.

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  I walked down the stairs, I looked at the clock, 11AM. I didn't realize I took a half an hour, shower. Guess I too caught up. 

   A man was standing by the stove. He looked over at me and smiled.

  "Wow, you must be Tara. Your mom's talked a lot about you." the man informs me. I smile at him.

   "Who...who're you?" I ask, turning my smile upside down.

   "I'm your mom's friend, Mitchell." he says as he puts another slab of bacon on the frying pan.

  "Oh...where's my mom?" I ask, looking around in each room.

  "She's at the gas station, getting some milk, she'll be back..." he takes a look at his watch. "Oh, any minute now, it's been about 5 minutes, but, seeing how the gas station is right up the street..." it seems, "Mitchell" is talking to himself.

  "Were you the surprise she was telling me about?" I question, feeling uneasy.

  "Haha, yes, probably." I can't believe it! My mom forgot my own birthday! I feel a tear roll down my cheek, I wipe it away, if I keep crying, my eyeliner will run, then, they'll KNOW I was crying!

   "Hey..Tara, are you alright?" He asks me. I nod my head.

    "Yeah..um, I'm just..uh..I...have a head-ache. Don't mind me." I run back up the stairs as fast as I can. Not even giving Mitchell a chance to talk. Now, he probably thinks I'm stupid.

   I walk slowly into the bathroom, grabbing toilet paper then begin rubbing my cheek, so the mascara and eyeliner will come off of it.

   My little brother walks in.

   "Can you please get out? I have to use the bathroom." Sam demands. I walk out, so slow, he pushes me. I make a loud thump when I fall.

   "You kids all right?" I hear Mitchell call up the stairs.

   "Yeah! Fine!" I yell back down them.

   I hear the front door open, then close. It's mom...I can't believe my own mother, forgot the date of her child's birth.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy this. Leave comments about what you think should happen next, I haven't fully planned it out yet. ;]

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Well, MWO, what I suggest is always have a FAINT idea, then keep planning it.