Sixteenth Birthday
"Today is the first day of the rest of my life," I say to myself in the mirror.
That sounds just as stupid as I knew it would.
I sigh, reaching up to push my hair out of my face.
I stand up a little straighter.
I pull my shoulders back.
I force a huge smile at my reflection.
And then I slouch back down and frown.
This is the day that every teenager looks forward to.
Their sixteenth birthday.
It comes with a touch of freedom, a dash of rebellion, a pinch of drama, and a lot of love.
It's the definition of temptation for people of all ages.
But I know better.
And whoever I'm meant for . . . well, they're in for a world of disappointment.
Because I'm not going to give up my freedom just because some boy thinks I belong to him; that I'm his other half.
I am owned only by myself (and my parents until I turn eighteen).
And I could never love someone who tried to take that away from me.
This idea popped into my head at the strangest time.
I always come up with things in weird places, but never before while I was working.
I'm excited to see where it goes.
:)
~ Madison~