All Bridget wanted was a normal birthday with her friends, but she got more than she bargained for.
The calendar above her purple desk held bold red X’s, leading the countdown to the purple and yellow stars surrounding the 17th day of June. It was finally here. For months, she’d been excited for this day. Today she turned thirteen and was finally a teenager.
The birthday party was still a couple of hours away, which suited her fine. She didn’t want the stupid party, at least not the one her mom had planned. The one where she could only invite one friend and everyone else had to be family. She had hoped her mom would change her mind, but she hadn’t.
“It’s not fair.” She yelled to the birds, singing their cheery tunes, wings fluttering through the leaves.
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