PART III
"Happy birthday!"
I growled as soon as I heard those words, covering my face with the pillow, and grabbing my arms around it tightly, so she couldn't take it from me. She tried anyway and achieved it, letting my face at sight and our eyes met. A basket of balloons over my desk caught my attention instantly, and I glared at her.
"What part of I don't want to celebrate my birthday didn't you understand?" I sat up, running a hand through my hair and looking at the basket again.
"Bree, come on. It's your 18th birthday! You can't possibly plan on spending it here, locked up in your room. That's what you've been doing all summer. Doing nothing productive, for crying out loud," she pulled me by the arm, causing me to get up, a few growls left my lips.
"I've been sending college app
