I stare at myself in the mirror of Layla’s bathroom the next morning. I’m officially 18, which means that I’m also officially a responsible, mature adult (in everyone’s eyes), that’s supposed to make life-altering decisions.
How stupid is this whole age rule anyway? One day before your birthday, you’re not allowed to drink, vote, go in clubs or s*x shops, but in 24 hours; bam! You are allowed to do whatever you want. Like your brain magically just evolves into something bigger, brighter. What a pile of crap.
As soon as I come out of the bathroom dressed for today’s events (more visiting, lunch, etc.), I’m met by a smiling Eleanor and Layla who yell Happy Birthday at me and hug me.
I thank them although I hate the attention, and then go back to my room to get my phone. I fell asleep as s
