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The Bet - Sophia's Birthday

Hi, today’s October 19, and even though the story is fiction, its Pie’s birthday today! *.*

For the people who haven’t finished The Bet, don’t read this! Because it’s a SPOILER.

This is the draft, and it’s quite different from the published book.

The songs: Today was a Fairytale by Taylor Swift, Terrified by Katherine McPhee, and These are the Nights by Making April

I hope you’ll like the full version of Sophia’s birthday =)

Happy Reading! <3

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Sophia

13th Day of the bet. My 17th Birthday.

Ironic? I think so.

They say that your birthday is very different from other (ordinary) days because, hey, today’s your day! You, and just only you. Well, except for the people sharing the same date of your birth. But still, you can pretend it’s your own day because after waiting for three hundred sixty four days, your one and only day finally arrived. That’s why you need to celebrate. . .

Right?

I’m still sleepy. I don’t even want to go to school. I think I’m the only one who’s not excited on my birthday. But I don’t know why I feel nervous, and there’s this feeling I have that can foresee something that might happen.

Sighing, I get my phone and open it.

Nothing.

Is this possible? Is my network not working? Why don’t I have a new message? There’s probably some error because. . .

Don’t tell me my parents forget it? What about Parker, and Driana?

The people close to me sure know that today’s my birthday.

Parker! He gave me a present but he forgot that today’s the day. I know, it’s still my birthday until later but he usually greets me at midnight. And this is the first time he doesn’t. Maybe he gets tired, because he knows that I don’t like it.

And then Driana. I was just with her last night. She used to call me at exactly 5:17 in the morning.

In the corner of my eyes, I see the time in my alarm clock. 6:49AM.

 My parents. When will I see them? It looks like I’m on my own. Is my mom not thinking about the day she gave birth to me? She’s probably busy with her own things.

Why do I feel disappointed if I don’t want to celebrate my birthday?

It’s just that, they are the people close to me, and then they don’t even remember this day.

Don’t you hate it when you don’t want something but it keeps coming and when you want it, it doesn’t happen?

Something tugs at my chest. Why do I feel like crying? It’s so childish to cry when no one greets you on your birthday; especially when you yourself don’t care about it.

The day is just starting but I want it to end already. I don’t want to be lonely today. It’s hard to be lonely than alone. Yes, the two are very different from each other.