Happy new year.
“Happy, happy birthday!” Serena shouted, jumping on my bed. “Today’s your special day. We didn’t make you dessert but get ready for court!” Serena sang in a sing-song voice.
I’m eighteen now.
Today is the day.
“That didn’t even rhyme,” I groaned, burying my face in my pillow.
Serena grabbed both my arms and pulled me out of my bed. I landed on the floor, with my blanket cocooning around me.
“I figured the whole family in your room wasn’t the best idea, so I need you downstairs in one minute or else the hurricane is coming up here,” Serena said.
When I went downstairs, I was met with picture-perfect perfection.
Everyone that I love and hold dear was standing in the kitchen. A single cupcake with purple frosting was on the table, with a few small gifts on the table too.
“Happy birthday, Leto,” Eric smiled.