It was my eighteenth birthday and I was packing a lunch to eat with my friends at the park. I guess you could call it a picnic , but it didn't have sandwiches. It was packed full of fruits, cheese, and crackers. After putting everything in my brown patched basket, I walked over to the door to unlock it when out of nowhere my mom ran over and gave me a bear hug. "Happy birthday Callie!" she said enthusiastically while still holding me in her death grip. "Thanks mom, but could you let me go. I can't breathe."
"Oh sorry." she said as she finally let me go. "I just wanted to tell you to have a great day, and if you need help with anything you can ask me." she said with a weird look on her face. Was it anticipation or excitement? I couldn't tell. It looked like both. "What are you so excited about?"
"Oh nothing." she replied still with the same features on. "Ok..." I said as I walked out the door.
I got in my ocean blue Toyota and started the engine. After hearing the rev of the engine as it started, I put it in drive and started on my way to the park.