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My fifteenth birthday party started out normal. It was the same as any other birthday. I had invited five friends over for a sleepover on a Friday night, and they all arrived within fifteen minutes of the start time. As usual, over-achiever Lindsey was the first to arrive, ten minutes before the party had actually started. Typical Lindsey. “Did I miss anything?” she asked, her big brown eyes open even wider in her earnestness. “Well,” I replied, “You are the first to arrive, so it would be hard to have missed anything.” Lindsey exhaled...
Jacob sighed and rested his head on the table. He then proceeded to bang his head against the wood five, then ten times. “I am a terrible father,” he whispered, ignoring the already growing pain in his head. Okay, Jacob, stop being dramatic. Jacob thought. It’s just planning a birthday party. You can do this. His little boy was turning six in one week. In previous years, Jacob’s wife had done the planning, but she was currently in Washington D.C. helping her sister with the new baby. His poor sister-in-law. She currently ha...
Peter paced through the Target aisles, trying in vain to find what he was looking for. He knew it was no use. He’d already been through each section multiple times, and still, he had no clue what to get. Peter groaned and rubbed his temples, where a headache was beginning to grow. His younger sister’s tenth birthday was in two days, and Peter still had no idea what he should buy for her. As a sixteen-year-old boy, he had no idea what type of things tween girls liked. Dolls? No, she was too old. Makeup? Their parents would kill him. Art...
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