The next day, I woke up with a silly grin plastered on my face. Eighteen. Finally. I practically bounced out of bed and threw on my school skirt and a shirt. Today was going to be amazing. At school, the halls buzzed with the usual chaotic energy, only amplified by the fact that it was my birthday. My friends swarmed me, showering me with wishes and small, thoughtful gifts โ a hand-knitted bracelet from Sarah, a CD of my favourite band from Mark, and a ridiculously fluffy keychain from Emily.
๐๐๐!! ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐จ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช๐ง ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐ฅ๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ก๐ ๐ฎ๐ค๐ช ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ค๐ง๐๐๐จ ๐. (Check my Indian Fiction work on my inkitt account tap the Icon below ๐)
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