Zoe

"Without dental floss," The stars of one of the worst plays we've ever had at school, Dental Floss the Musical sang. I had to stifle a laugh. In my defense, it sounded good in my script. But really, it's going to bomb just like every other play Annabelle Lincoln directs. "And Bethany enters with her line; everybody else comes in, and then inserts the huge dental floss sculptor and GO!" Me, being Bethany, entered like how Bethany would and I yelled my line. "You don't need the dental floss, Lauren! You-"Then I couldn't take it anymore. I busted with laughter and dropped my script. And plus, everybody joined me. I hope I don't get reprimanded by my director enemy. But, I could care less what she thinks because one: it's my birthday and two: it's the last day of school!

"Ms. Graham, will you take something serious for once?" I glared at her. "Says the girl who wrote a play about DENTAL FLOSS,"

As if somebody cued it, the bell went off. That means, its summer bitches! With cheers & and screams, students ran out of the theater like spit flying out of a spit ball. But I stayed back and waited for my best friend, Kamryn, who works in the back with the technical theater. "Worst play ever," I commented, grabbing her hand. She laughed. "I know right? But look at this set I designed, it looks perfect darn it!" She protested.

I giggled. "We should take a picture with it for one last time." Kam gave Michele Finley, a random freshman intern our camera and posed.

"Say glitter!" We exchanged glances.

"Glitter!"

For a few minutes after coming home that day, I indulged in my sister Jennie's last day of school collage party. Of course, it didn't REALLY satisfy me considering the fact that the next day I was going to my first audition for a movie called "More at Last" And guess where it's located? Yup, you guessed right the BIG apple! And guess who lives there? Yup, you (probably) guess right! It's Nat and Alex! How cool would that be running into them? That's a trick question. I was POSITIVE I was going to run into those two, because we're going to their house anyway!

I couldn't wait. But I also could. What if they didn't like me or something? I mean, I was a childhood friend. "Zoe, tell Braden that you know Nat and Alex!" I rolled my eyes. She used me as some type of TMZ. And I telling her douche bag boyfriend Braden about one of my best friends is TOP secret. "No thanks," I muttered, grabbing some outfits from my closet. "Okay I shouldn't go too slutty. Should I show some boob? Eh, why not. I throw a pink crop top into my bag. Now, I should be partying in the USA…but I honestly don't do much on my birthday. But fine, this is my 18th. Maybe they're planning something. But until then, I'll just have a chocolate cupcake with white frosting and a candle saying: "Hey! I'm legal, bitches!" Well, if they make those candles.

The hair stood up on the back of my neck. Jennie is here. "Zoe, come down and party for me." I scoffed, turning around and facing her. "And what's up with this room, stop hanging our old Christmas lights on the wall!" She protested.

I hated when she came in. She's just like my mom, she comes and there with a purpose but then starts criticizing everything I do. It's annoying. "Is there a reason why you came in here? I'm trying to pack." I put my hands on my hips. "Oh right, I just want you to party instead of staying of this hipster/indie room forever." I sighed in annoyance. Really, Jennie…a hipster/indie room; for your information, it's called designing it for 6 years. Yeah, after Nat and Alex left I had a lot of time on my hands.

I plopped on my bed. "I don't want to, okay? I have to study these lines for 'More at Last' and I have to pack. The flight leaves at 6am tomorrow. I think that's my birthday present." I explained, stressfully running a hand through my head.

She scoffed. "You're too stressed. But okay, I'm not forcing you. Have fun tomorrow." She winked.

What's that supposed to mean? Then, I saw here grab something from the hallway table. But when I saw it I gasped.

It was a chocolate cupcake with white frosting and candle that said, "I'm legal bitches!"