18th birthday
Today was Max’s 18th birthday she stirred and her alarm rang ping! Ping! Ping! She tried several times to tap her alarm before eventually giving up she slightly opened her eyes the sun beamed in her eye she quickly turned away ‘what time is it? Where am I?’ she rolled off her bed with a thud! “ugh” she pulled herself to her feet and opened her eyes it was a beautiful September morning some leaves falling others weren’t quite ready she peered out her window as she stretched she was really at Blackwell academy they let their students move in their stuff earlier and they could even stay there until classes started so she did she thought it’d be a great opportunity to explore the campus and take pictures with her old analog camera she’d had that since after she moved to Seattle oh how she missed Chloe price her long honey blonde hair and her smile oh that smile could light up the entire world until her father died ‘poor Chloe I should visit her who knows what too much alone time could have done to her?...’ she finished stretching and went to her closet ‘I should wear something a little more special than what I regularly wear…’ she searched her closet for something appropriate but special she found a grey and pink striped shirt she put it on then slipped on some plain black tights and some really light blue waisted shorts then her high top converse grabbed her bag, put her hair up in a mini bun, opened her door and was greeted with a warm smile specifically Dana's “hey max happy birthday” “thanks Dana” “yeah um max I have a question and before you say no at least think about it” “what?” “I want you to go to the vortex club party as a birthday present” “um do I have to?” “kind of or else they’ll be like” she changed her tone of voice from normal to annoying “we told you so she won’t come she’s and idiot so stop hanging out with that hipster whore” they chuckled as she closed her door and walked down the hall “okay I’ll go” they walked out the door they bumped into someone this was bad… could her birthday get any worse?