Chapter 3
Esme's POV:
I was so excited. Today I was no longer a teenager, but an adult. I was finally eighteen. I got out of bed and was walking to the bathroom, when someone jumped on my back.
"Happy Birthday Esme!" Clara said.
"Clara, get of my back before I drop you!" I told her. She can be so imature sometimes.
"Sorry," she replied, getting of my back. " I was just trying to get your attention so I can give you your present."
"Present?" I asked. "You have a present for me?"
She went under her bed, and pulled out a box. "Here, this is for you," she said handing me the box.
"Thank you," I said, and opened the box. Inside the box was a beautiful emerald green dress that matched perfectly with the color of my eyes. "Wow!" I exclamied. "This is beautiful. I'm going to wear it tonight."
"I thought you'll like it," Clara said. "Remeber you owe me a present on my birthday. That dress was expensive."
Later on that day...
Even thought I didn't have a date for the dance, I was still excited. I was taking some curlers out of my hair. Clara walked out of the bathroom, wearing a dark red dress. She had her hair in a side ponytail, and had a flower in her hair near her ear.
"How do I look?" she asked me.
"You look smashing," I replied.
"So, have you got a date yet?" Clara asked me.
"No," I replied.
Olaf's POV:
I looked at my watch. It was 8:10. The dance started ten minutes ago. I walked up to Olivia's room and opened the door. She was still sick and in bed.
"Sorry Olaf," she said. "I won't be able to go to the dance with you."
"If you can't come to the dance with me, then I'll stay here with you," I said.
"No," she replied. "You should still go to the dance. If you stay here with me you might get sick too."
"Okay," I said. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure," she said. "Well hope you have fun."