Sixteen

The same routine every day.
Wake up, go to school, go home, go to sleep. Of course, I did the natural teenage things like talk about boys, go to the movies, and go places with friends.

Your sixteenth birthday is something most teen girls get excited for. It's some big dramatic thing, where you become a mature adult, and you're old enough to do either this or that.
I have been waiting for it.

I don't look sixteen, or act sixteen. My young features make it very hard to attract guys, because they obviously think I'm thirteen. But when I turn sixteen, will I have some dramatic growth sprout over night? Will I look like a mature young adult? Will guys flutter over to me? Will my boring routine change to something fun and exciting?

I doubted it.

Tomorrow is my birthday.

And for some, idiotic reason, people seem to point out that my parents cannot spend my birthday with me. It's like each and every year for each and every event, I have forgotten my parents are no longer on this earth.

But it's not like I need them, anyway. I have two aunts. My family seems to stir up much controversy with the town, rumors about them spread wild.

But this was a small town in Massachusetts. There's not much to really do besides making rumors about neighbors. Just like when I moved here from Pennsylvania after the accident. I was suddenly the town's latest gossip.

It never really took long for me to make friends. Only keeping them was the hard part.
And now that I am going to be sixteen, I analyze things. And realize, I am just different.