Chapter 1: Thinking About You
"Happy Birthday!!!" my mom and step-dad yelled as they entered my room bearing a well decorated cake and large balloons.
I am Megan Anne Watson and today is the 29th of February. My 17th Birthday. Usually when it's someone's birthday they want to be treated with special treatment, or be thrown a luxurious birthday party with hundreds of people in attendance and receive expensive gifts but, honestly I'm not interested in all that glitzy sparkly "fun" parties.
Seeing that my actual birthday only takes place every 4 years, my mom feels the need to go all out for my special day. In spite of the numerous times I've explained to her in the past that I need not have a party, she still does it. I guess you can say I've given up on explaining to her because every time I do she goes into a teary eyed explanation how she just wants me to have and experience the things I was not able to before. When she does that I really can't do anything but to just let her do what she wants.
After sitting for what felt like forever in front of the mirror, the hired make up artist is finally done "beautifying" me. Don't get me wrong I love make up and feeling all dolled up but, when you have the make up artist I had you would understand where I'm coming from. The moment I was sat she began talking about this band her cousin is in and how amazing they are, when she had told me almost everything about them, she began ranting on about how gorgeous Edward Cullen is. Well newsflash missy Edward is a fictional character and Robert Pattinson is just portraying that character. They are NOT the same person! Besides he is so over rated. Sure he looks sweet but he is so not the most handsome guy in the world. Do you see now how tortured I felt.
As I was putting my last earing, my mum entered the room teary eyed. "Oh dear you look simply beautiful." she approached me and gave me a very tight hug.
Once I was let go she gave me one last look before she headed out the door "Meggy, please try and have fun tonight ok?" I simply nodded with that she gave me another heart warming smile.
The ball room of our massive house was filled with guests clad in tuxedos and beautiful gowns with smiles plastered on their faces as I entered the room. It always makes me feel uncomfortable having the the eyes of many look at me with such admiration. Sometimes I question my self whether or not the look they give me were of sympathy or sincere admiration, either way I didn't let their opinions about me bother me. I have always been a private person afraid to be too close or to be too attached to anyone and yet people still approach me wanting to be friends with me.
Four hours of "hello's" and "thank you's" exhausted me so I felt I needed to treat my self to a quiet break. I headed to the garden and sat by the bench facing the fountain. Somehow the sound of water flowing and splish splashing brings happiness to me. It reminded me of my younger years playing in the river and the one I long to see again. The boy that I wish to see again every time I blow the candles atop my cake. The only boy that I truly and dearly loved. Danny Jones.
With closed eyed I reminisced laughing, running, and being with him. Oh how I miss those days. Oh how I wish to see him. Slowly I drifted off to sleep lying on the bench.
I woke up the next morning on my bed. The sun was blinding me as I opened my eyes. Now dressed in pyjamas, mind you my wonderful mother might have been responsible for the outfit change, I started down the stairs following the mouth watering scent of breakfast.
"Good morning ma'am, breakfast will be served momentarily."
I never enjoyed the idea of helpers at home but at times like these that I appreciate having them around.
Stella, the sweetest helper in the world, served me banana, strawberries and peaches crepe with whipped cream on top, just the way I like it.
"Are mom and dad still sleeping?"
"Yes ma'am, the guests departed really late so your parents didn't get to sleep till just a few hours ago." she replied while I forked the last bites of my breakfast.
"Oh alright. Well thank you so much for this. It's amazing." I said as I bounced of my seat.
"Oh Miss Megan your mom told me to remind you about your presents, you should open them." I frowned at the idea of opening every single crisply wrapped boxes.
I never understood why people wastes time wrapping gifts oh so perfectly when they all have the same faith; ripped and crumpled.
When I finished unwrapping every gift, I looked at all the items lying on the table sorted accordingly. Cosmetics, numerous perfume bottles, expensive chocolates, designer clothes and shoes, and jewelry. I can't believe how much these people spent just because its my birthday. I shook my head in disbelief at the mounds of stuff in front of me.
Even though I have all these expensive stuff in front of me, I was still disappointed because the only material thing that I asked for wasn't granted. A car.
Why not right? They can afford to get me one but why not? Well my mom is worried about my safety, so instead of my own car, she gave me my own chauffeur driving this bullet proof car......Great. I cant blame her though with our family situation it is crucial that I am protected.