Maggie
I wake up on my eighteenth birthday expecting absolutely nothing.
That’s the safest way to do birthdays.
Expect nothing.
That way, nothing disappoints you.
The house is already awake by the time I come downstairs. I slept in longer than usual because I juggled a lot and was too tired after returning from the library yesterday.
Someone’s playing music in the kitchen.
Loudly.
That someone is obviously Ana.
She spins around dramatically, a wooden spoon in one hand.
“There she is!”
“Good morning?”
“Morning!”
She grins.
Too much.
“…Why are you smiling like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re about to he a menace to society.”
She gasps.
“I would never.”
“You absolutely would.”
“I absolutely would not.”
She points the spoon at me.
“Now go get ready first, then come down
