“HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, HA-” I took the pillow I was laying on and threw it at the source of the music. It stopped when I heard a small thud and I chuckled softly. “You know just cause it’s your birthday doesn’t give you the right to throw things at people!”
I sighed and sat up to see my best friend sitting at the edge of my bed. Her dark black hair was straight, and her blue eyes shone with the happiness that always flooded them, and her tan skin was vibrant. She wore a gray t-shirt that had the word FOX and their logo across the front, a pair of jeans and a pair of black converse. Christie was like a sister to me, and she was my next door neighbor so it was no surprise she was here.
I gave her a weak smile, “Why don’t you give it a break, really who cares if it’s the freaks birthday?”
Instantly Christies cheery face was gone, replaced by a frown and a serious kind of look in her eyes. “You. Are. Not. A. Freak.” She hissed.
I sighed and rolled my eyes, Christie hated it when I called myself a freak. I pushed my legs off the bed and went to my dresser. In the reflection I saw a guy that had pitch black hair, super white hair, and black eyes, in a handful I looked as though I had stepped out of a black and white film, and that was why I was a freak.
I squatted down and pulled a black t-shirt and pair of jeans out of my drawer. Not caring that Christie was in the room I stripped of my sweats and t-shirt and changed into my outfit. When I turned around I found that Christie had left, probably to go down to grab a bite to eat.
I followed suit and ran down the steps into the small kitchen, it had a marble counter, white tiles, and black cabinets. It also had a small table pushed into a corner with only two seats. In one was Christie scoffing down a bunch of bacon and pancakes, a similar plate was set at the opposite side, for me.
I took my seat and slowly ate my breakfast. When I had finished my pancakes and was about to head onto my bacon my plate was grabbed from me. “Hey!” I protested.
“Well you eat so slow! We’re going to be late, so just take it with you!” Christie snapped back.
“Fine” I grumbled grabbing my bacon. As we left the house I smiled, “It’s my turn to drive!”
Instantly Christie’s face went into a pout, “No! You got to yesterday!”
“Hey I let you drive on your birthday!” I said.
Christie crossed her arms but didn’t protest further, getting a smirk from my part. The drive to school was kind of boring, we just fought over music, Christie wanted to listen to Kiss 108, and I said no, even though I don’t mind it, just to get on her nerves.
As we left the car I saw a figure jogging over to us, it was my best guy friend, Josh. When he was standing next to me we did the man hug as he said, “Hey Zeus, happy birthday dude.”
Josh had blond hair that was like Justin Bieber hair, light skin, and was very muscular. “Thanks.”
Christie came around the car with a scowl on her face, she hated Josh. She says, and I quote, ‘there just isn’t something right with him, I don’t know what, but I wouldn’t trust him’.
“Hey Christie” Josh said nonchantely, he liked to annoy Christie by acting all goody goody around her.