Sixteenth Birthday

"Today is the first day of the rest of my life," I say to myself in the mirror.

That sounds just as stupid as I knew it would.

I sigh, reaching up to push my hair out of my face.

I stand up a little straighter.

I pull my shoulders back.

I force a huge smile at my reflection.

And then I slouch back down and frown.

This is the day that every teenager looks forward to.

Their sixteenth birthday.

It comes with a touch of freedom, a dash of rebellion, a pinch of drama, and a lot of love.

It's the definition of temptation for people of all ages.

But I know better.

And whoever I'm meant for . . . well, they're in for a world of disappointment.

Because I'm not going to give up my freedom just because some boy thinks I belong to him; that I'm his other half.

I am owned only by myself (and my parents until I turn eighteen).

And I could never love someone who tried to take that away from me.

This idea popped into my head at the strangest time.

I always come up with things in weird places, but never before while I was working.

I'm excited to see where it goes.


~ Madison~