Rocking birthday

Yes, some of you have known that yesterday was my birthday, and I’m finally the same age as everyone else (13), and I want to share it with you in slice of life Thursday. The day started normally, I woke up, feeling any different, and did my normal routines, and then I realize it was my birthday when I was almost done putting my school cloths. I was too tired to celebrate, so I wasn’t like jumping up and down and screaming “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME” like I used to do when I was 5. My mom and dad said happy birthday, and I went rushing out before they said anything else. I came downstairs waiting for the bus, like any day when I was 12. I got on normally, and I was happy that no one was screaming happy birthday -because I also feel stupid when they do that-, but when I got out of the bus, was a different story.

I got inside the building hoping that everyone forgot and that the day would be smooth sailing. I got in the wolf when a bush of girls started hugging me out of nowhere. I felt unconfterbul, but I was happy they remembered. The rest of the day was the same, but with a lot of hugging, happy birthdays from every single classmate, an awesome card (from who I won’t tell) and to my surprise, school was actually fun! I came out of science class in a hurry to go home and start celebrating, and see what my parents got me. I came out of the bus and surprisingly, I found my mom’s car past by, so I went to my house with them. We all had dinner and we ate an AMAZING DQ cake (witch I’m going to get a piece right now) with my favourite type of ice cream. Then the rest was boring. I had to do English homework AND I had to study for the math test today (yes, I still got work on my birthday).

The end of my birthday was the best part yet. After I took my relaxing bubble bath, we all went to eat at Hard rock cafe in Multi Centro. The whole reason I went there was because, 1, I have never commemorated my birthday in a restaurant. 2, so I could listen to music while I eat. 4, because I have never seen the hard rock cafes happy birthday song. What I was ecspecting was an awesome song of my choice and a whole band just singing happy birthday, but what I got was nothing. So when we were done, I had to hear my mom talking to the manager say about why her son didn’t get what he wanted. You can tell I was embarrassed. At the end, I got what I wanted (not what I expected), so I left happily thanks to my mom. Then a day passed and now I’m 13 years old. Feeling the same. Doing the same. Just like good old times.