Iridescence

TWO

Bang! Bang! Bang! "AHHHHHH!!!" I shoot up awake with loud bursting noises in my room. " Whoops, my bad sus" my brother laughs. "My fok SJ! you scared me half to death," I say while sucking in the air like a fish out of water. After a few seconds, I look around the room and I'm taken back by what I see, the floor is covered in what must be 100 balloons, all of which are purple and silver. So that's what the bursting noise was I think to myself. Suddenly my brother takes the opportunity at hand to jump on top of my bed and tackle me. He then lifts me up in a huge bear hug and spins me around the room. " Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, Snot rocket! HHHAAAAPPPPYYY BIIIIIRRRRTTTTTHHHHDAAAAYYY TOOOOOOO YOOOOU!" 

My parents walk in and see me laughing and struggling to get out of SJ's grip and more balloons are popping as he keeps stomping his big feet around with me in his arms, not at all concerned. " Happy birthday Bokkie!" my mother says while pulling my brother's ear to release his grip on me and she brings me into a hug. " Happy birthday Bok!" says my Stepdad as he too embraces me. I think my brother feels left out because he comes and pulls us all together and we eventually all topple over and fall on the floor. This is what I love about my family. There is never any shortage of love and affection coming from them and there is always laughter.

We all get up and my mom and stepdad walkout. " Breakfast will be ready in about 30 minutes" my Stepdad calls out. " Great! I'm Starved!" says the brute as he purposefully is popping more balloons on his way out. Finally, Alone I spin around the room picking up the balloons and tossing them in the air, only then do I notice that my ceiling is also covered in balloons filled with helium. I have woken up with Balloons in my room for every one of my birthdays for as long as I can remember. But this was on a whole new level, and I loved it. I quickly make my bed then walk over to my cupboard and pull out the Dress I have been dying to wear since I bought it with Chelsea and Myla. A beautiful dark purple cocktail dress that has criss-cross spaghetti straps, stunning silver embroidery, and stops above my Knees paired with beautiful Silver high heels. I lay it out on my bed and then walk over to the bathroom and take a nice hot shower kicking the balloons up as I go.

Once I'm done and I've blow-dried my hair I ask my mom if she wouldn't mind working her finger magic and braiding my hair for me all Viking style. Since watching Vikings, I've grown obsessed with Lagartha's hairstyles and beg my mother to do my hair like that. Sitting on my bed with my head stuck into my phone while I answer all my birthday messages, I smell the beautiful aroma wafting in from the kitchen. My stepdad might be a mechanic, but I am 100 percent convinced his true calling is making food, Holy cow his cooking is amazing. Although I have a pretty good sense of smell. today something is different. it like it's more intense. I can make out each ingredient that my stepdad has used and pinpoint the spices and somehow know just how much has been used. My head spins a little and I start to feel very strange. "Sus! Food is ready!" my brother calls breaking me out of my dizzy daze. As quick as the feeling came is as quick as it left. Shrugging it off as nothing more than the excitement I make my way downstairs to the kitchen.

My mother and Stepdad are busy outside by the swimming pool having what seems to be a very intense discussion and my brother is at the table scoffing down as much as he can. "Hey! Save some for us, you terror!" I turn my attention back outside to see my mother and stepdad still going at it when it hits me that I can actually hear them. " She is not ready! she is still my baby girl!" my mother says, " She has no choice in this and you know that just as much as I do! it's going to happen! it has probably already begun." my stepdad says. The next moment they both whip their heads around and look me dead in the eye. My mother looks defeated, and my stepdad has his poker face on. "We will talk later." he turns to say and makes his way back towards the kitchen with my mother in tow. " What was that all about dad?" I asked while dishing up my breakfast. "Ag nothing Bokkie, just the last-minute arrangements needing to be done for your party this afternoon," he says. A lie. He never lies to me. We have always been open with each other, especially since what happened with my real dad, but I decided to let it go. It's my day and I will make the best of it.

I start to eat my food and I see my Stepdad and brother are busy having a staredown. " what's up with everyone all of a sudden? we were all so happy an hour ago? What's got everyone all moody/" I ask biting into my bacon. " Nothing Bok!" my mother says, eyeing out my dad while adding more food to my brother's already overfilled plate. Goodness that boy can eat. "Eat up! we have a party to get to," and with that, I’m scoffing down breakfast almost as fast as my brother.