"Happy birthday!" Chloe shouts in my ear.
I grunt and shift away from her.
I'm sure it's not even seven in the morning yet and she's wishing me a happy birthday.
Wait!
My eyes flies wide open.
Happy birthday?
I sit up immediately.
"Happy birthday!" She says again with her hands spread out and a big smile on her face.
"Birthday?" I mutter. "Today's my birthday?" I ask her and she puts her hands down.
"Today's 23rd of march dummy. It's your birthday."
"My birthday?"
"Yeah." She gets off my bed. "You're finally eighteen."
"It's my birthday?" I whisper again to myself.
"And I wanted to be the first to wish you a happy birthday. But it seems you don't even remember your own birthday." She sits on the bed.
"It's my birthday?" I ask again to myself.
"I got you a little something." She continues, completely ignoring my state of shock.
She shifts to me and hands me a small gift bag.
