My Birthday Story

The sky was always blue holding sunshine rays in her world. Her name was Rosaline Deponte, my great-grandma. The continuous smile that she showed on her face reminded us how precious life is and to not take things for granted. Cold wood floors that could easily freeze toes, single-walled construction, shut rows of jalousie windows, and the smell of warm sweet bread on the counter 24/7, that was Rosaline’s house.

It was a dark and stormy night, when Annabelle Heinsdorff was born by a water stream, 5 years ago. Her mother May ran ,she knew someone was watching her somehow. It was unacceptable, in her town. Annabelle never knew her parents, she wanted to meet them, but never knew how to get out of the house without passing by Madam. Madam Hailey always sat in her chair in the lounging area, with Fluffy ,her cat, in her lap. As Annabelle headed to school, in a place near Salem where the teachers were bile, she grab a piece of parchment and wrote a letter to her father, hoping would someday get.

White ballroom dresses, suits and ties, extravagant ballroom dancing and tiny delicate plates of food. Blue and white balloons, glistening table cloths and intriguing live music varying from folk dancing to classical. A “fairy godmother”, large blow-up pumpkins meant to be carriages and around 50 five year old children including the beaming birthday girl, me. Innocently and gleefully dancing around the room, my glowing smile is unable to leave my face. I am surrounded by family and friends and as I move I am so lighthearted it is like I am floating. I approach my cake that towers way beyond my height, and my father lifts me up so I can blow out the sparkling blue candle.

Casey’s one wish disappeared and she felt broken for many months, but miracles can happen, right?

“Lindsey get your butt down here right now! Before Luke eats all the waffles!” my mom yells from the bottom of the stairs.

It was a dark, and gloomy day, and I was walking to the bus stop to head to his geometry class. It was the day before my birthday. I was so excited, I just wanted it to be here. All of his aunts, grandparents, and uncle’s were coming. There was just one problem, I didn’t know what he wanted to do for his birthday; I knew that all of his family would asked me what I wanted for his birthday. I was sad that I had no friends that could make it, but he new that his family all loved him. Oh I’m here. Just wait you will here what the other kids have to say about me being here.

Her first memory as a child is running through farms in her bare feet in rural Wisconsin, which is one of her most fond ones at that. She was a very bright young student, being the first girl chosen to be on a baseball team and received very good grades and was involved in other extracurricular activities such as the yearbook and the school newspaper for a brief stint. On her street growing up, birthday parties were not a celebration as they are today, instead an opportunity for the kids on the street to get together and eat ice cream and cupcakes, “I never had a party where we did pin the tail on the donkey or hired a clown or anything like that, I just remember being happy when it was my turn to dole out the cupcakes and ice cream.” It was a different time and

Beep Beep! Went the alarm clock as I struggled to roll over and cut it off.The start of the weirdest ¨day¨ of my life.Before I could even get myself together, I was hit with a smell that seemed like pancakes and bacon which use to be my favorite breakfast foods.I checked my phone to see that it was filled with happy birthday messages.After I ate, I started getting ready for school while dancing to my favorite songs.I tried to put lots of effort into my outfit since it was my birthday, so I wore my favorite pair of dark blue jeans that always looked good on me, then I put on a red blouse with my usual black converse shoes.While trying to do my hair, I heard my mom downstairs yelling ¨hurry up Emily you´re going to to be late¨! , So I quickly threw my hair into a bun and rushed to the car.When we pulled up to my high school, I got out and told my mom goodbye.From a distance, I could see my 3 best friends holding a bundle of balloons and gift bags.As I walked over to the bench, I had the biggest smile on my face.¨Happy birthday Emily¨ they all cheerfully told me.The four of us Kae, Oliva,megan and I have been there for each other since we were in the second grade.While rushing to class, I noticed lots of people said happy birthday to me on the way which made my day even more.

All I can remember is my piercing red blood dripping on the bone-chilling surface of the ice skating rink. I restrained myself from looking down at my hand, knowing I wasn’t going to be pleased with the results. The thought of being fingerless traumatized me. I laid my hand on the cold surface where I had fallen, hoping that it would numb the pain. I said to myself, “It shouldn’t be that bad, just take a look.” I began to slowly move my head downward, thinking about the worst possibilities. Once I set my watery blue eyes on my finger I let out a roaring scream.

Everything is going insane. I have ten minutes to get to her or it could be the end. I have to get there. It will kill me if I don’t get to them in time. “Please, please, please...let me get to them, I need to get there. God, please let me get there.” I said. She is running, running, and running, panting, hyperventilating, nervous, scared, numb. Wait, wait, wait, hold up, I know you didn’t think I would start, MY story like that. You can’t know all the details to the end. I haven't told you why this is happening to me. Oh yeah, by the way, I am telling my story. I have always read these stories about the writer, telling everything that happens, but not this time. I am going to give you the real scoop, let’s get started, shall we. It all started on August 14, 1997.

It’s June 28th 2017 in Austin Texas, and it’s my birthday. My family and I gather around the dinner table in our cellar.

Mom replied, " Well, me and your dad was talking about what we were going to do for your birthday."

I remember it like it was yesterday, I had just turned twelve and my parents had decided to take me to California for a month to celebrate my upcoming birthday. We lived in a small town in Alaska so it wasn't every day we got to go somewhere else in the world. I was so excited as I ran to my igloo and started to pack. About two minutes later my mom knocked on the door and said, "Abby? Can I come in?"

It is April 4th. It is my 21 birthday.21 years ago I was born and got named Thea. My mom Emily, dad James, sister Maddison, and brother Liam are coming over to celebrate my birthday. There are a few things I must do before they come.

Firstly, I wasn`t sure whether my letter and a congratulation is a good idea that`s why it is a few days slower. Hope you enjoyed your day and Maaaring ang lahat ng iyong mga pangarap matupad! (does it say "may all your dreams come true" ?)