11 Birthdays Summary Novels & Stories

Adrian asked. “Hmm! Well, my father will cook then I will bring it to school to celebrate with my classmate, then we will celebrate at home with only me and my parents. Our family of three. I never had the usual birthday party except when I was one and seven years old. Well, that was because they said that a person even if he can’t celebrate birthdays, needs to celebrate at least his birthdays when reach one, seven years old, and of course his debut or the so-called coming of age, when he reaches adulthood.” Ara replied.

Mira at Seventeen She turned seventeen in the summer of the fifteenth year and the birthday had the specific quality of seventeen in a life that had been built with intention from the beginning — not the drama of fifteen or the completeness of thirteen or the gravity of ten. The quality of seventeen was a kind of confident forward motion, the birthday of a person who understands what they are doing and is doing it.

Maliyah I can’t believe it’s been a year since I woke up. I turn eleven in three days and little Aiden turns one. Mom insists we have a birthday party and I only agreed because of Aiden. I don’t really feel like celebrating. I got up extra early this morning to go riding alone. I know this will make everyone mad but I need some space. There is always someone following me so I left before everyone woke up but I at least alerted border patrol of my little solo ride.

Even though Leena seemed excited about the birthday party for her that evening, Lacee could tell that her sister was still upset with her for forgetting her birthday. It was Leena’s eighteenth birthday, a day they had been looking forward to for months. The two of them had been counting down the days until Leena turned eighteen, and yet, Lacee forgot the damn day.

HANNAH’S POV One Year Later The twins’ first birthday had arrived in a whirlwind of laughter, tiny hands grabbing at everything, and sleepless nights that somehow still left my heart full. A whole year—twelve months of first smiles, first steps, first words. A year of watching Laila and Liam grow, their personalities blooming like wildflowers, bright and unstoppable.

, she explained Loralei opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, Jack and Trent were just as speechless trying to come to terms with what they all just learned. After several minutes of processing what was said Loralei spoke, “So we’re having our pups in three weeks, our daughters are the Star Children, and every month after their birth is equivalent to one year of life until their eighteenth month which is also their eighteenth birthday, am I getting this right?”, Loralei asked shocked.

"Make sure you tell Kolinsky that she's like a newborn. She already has a wolf but you all should be careful. She can get very ahh… very fierce." Harrison nodded as he stared at Ciara. She is so small. Maybe fifteen? "How old is she?" "Seventeen, Harrison. She's seventeen." "She looks fifteen. Why is she so small?" "I'm going to be eighteen tomorrow," Heyli said and both Ciara and Harrison turned to her with eyes wide as saucers. "And you didn't say!" Ciara cried. "Why? Tomorrow's your birthday and you didn't tell me." Heyli was quite horrified by how she was being stared at. "Uhm, I'm sorry. It's just that I've never celebrated my birthday before. We don't talk about my birthday in my famil

Chapter 1 Understanding Isabella Seventeen. 17 years of life. 17 years of waiting. Waiting for this boring life to have... well life. Everyday it’s just the same damn thing. Wake-up, school, sleep. I have been doing this school thing for most of my life and I can’t say it's fun. I have but only two friends. Who are amazing! Let’s just say I’m not that popular. I’m more on the nerdy side—well if dumb nerds exist.

Emiliana Your birthday is the beginning of your own personal new year. Your first birthday was a beginning, and each new birthday is a chance to begin again, to start over, to take a new grip on life. — Wilfred Peterson ____ Twenty three. That’s how many years I had under my belt and that’s the number that was displayed everywhere. Banners, balloons, napkins. Everywhere I looked, I was surrounded by the number as a reminder that I was still so young.