Ok so it's not every day you turn Sweet Sixteen and I was going to milk it for all it was worth. Especially since in about a week the parents would discover my great failings in the Mock Exams and I would be trapped in the apartment and in their prison-like grasp of wrath!!!!!!!
My birthday is tomorrow and my calender is covered in pink gel pen, counting down the twenty nine day countdown (my birthday is thirtieth of April, PERFECT for decorating the calender countdown) and then the 30th is covered in silver glitter which took me an hour to get to stick and then mam went balistic at the new pattern of glue and glitter on one square of my carpet.
Anyways, I'm rambling.
So, tomorrow is The Big 16th. Two more years till I can drink alcohol (legally) but there is something else that is legal..... But I'm not dwelling on that since lack of boyfriend meens not of that will be happening. Sigh.
I have to shake myself, considering the recent discovery that I have made in the top drawer of dads wardrobe. I haven't figured out what I was looking for in there if I'm caught, but who cares?!?!?!?
Wrapped up in a glistening gold paper with a label that can't be misunderstood, I clutch the box which is a neat little size, a necklace and earings perhaps? Or a cuff perhaps? I think that I have been standing there a good fifteen minutes, but my feet are glued to the carpet and I'm shaking with so much excitment I can't move, but I'm totally aware dad finished work twenty minutes ago and it takes him half an hour to get back from the office.
I hear the front door open and with shaking hands returned the perfect box to where it had been hidden behind dads socks and then padded into the hall just in time.
"What were you doing in there?" demanded mam, her eyebrow raised sternly.
"I couldn't find my eyeliner." I shrugged.
"So you thought you'd borrow mine."
I shrugged again.
"Stop bloody shrugging Clara, it makes you look stupid." Snapped mam and then padded away into her room, it looked like her feet were hurting of her heals. I don't know how, she's a PA, so she probably sits behind a desk all day.
I dissapear into my room and breath a sigh of relief. My stomach is full of butterflies, Links of London!!! OMG!!!!!!!
I squeal into my pillow and kick my feat, just like they do on movies when they have found their engagment ring or have been asked to go to some glamurous party for the first time.
Life is maybe, just maybe, looking up.