18th Birthday 18 Debut Program Novels & Stories

“It feels like I’ve already been waiting for you forever. I have been waiting for you for my whole life to be fair. I don’t want to wait longer than I have to.” “I don’t either,” I agree. I hesitate. I’m worried I’ll scare him away by making things move along too quickly, but deep down I know he wants this just as much as I do. “My eighteenth birthday is tonight at midnight. Why wait any longer than that? Why not mate once I turn eighteen, under the moon and the stars.” “That sounds wonderful,” he agrees. “It will be the best moment to start your adult life with. I’ll cherish the fact that I’ll be there with you. It will be incredible.”

She giggles. As Nathalia finally reached her spot on the stage of the dim light cake back, she started to deliver her speech for everyone. After that, we ate dinner. After the delicious meal we had, the program for her birthday party started again. As usual, the most common thing to do in celebrating your 18th birthday is to dance with the 18 precious people in your life. I was just watching Nathalia as the important men in her life dancing with her. She's very happy. From her entrance to the present, she carried her giant smile.

They were born knowing the world was theirs. While I was born not even knowing if I was allowed to exist in it. “We’re throwing a party tomorrow tonight,” Savannah says, tucking her shiny blond hair behind her ear. “Ridge Creek. You should come.” I blink. “…Why?” She tilts her head like she’s confused I even spoke. “Because it’s your birthday, isn’t it?” Her voice drops. “Eighteen. That’s huge. Everyone should feel special on their birthday.” She’s lying. I know she’s lying.

"Oh, you'd give me a hundred dollar if I ask?" "I'd have. But you didn't ask and your chance is over. My birthday is on September 22." "So, you haven't turned 18 yet! You are only one year and three months older than me. My birthday is in December." "Oh..." I nod. "I guess you're good at maths." "No! I suck at maths!" He says confidently, making me smile again. "Okay little one, if you.." "Ahh..again!" He rolls his eyes.

*3 Years Earlier* “Jill, I need your help to pick out my birthday outfit for tomorrow!” I whined to my best friend. “Can you please come home with me after school?” “Of course, girl! Do you and Brent have something special planned?” She wiggled her eyebrows playfully. I blush, “yeah, we really lucked out that my eighteenth birthday fell on a Saturday. We have the whole evening planned out.” Jill grins and her forest green eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, “Well, don’t hold back, give me the details! What do you have planned?!”

It makes me feel complete. Summer’s POV I can’t believe my boy’s 18th birthday is tomorrow. It doesn’t feel like that long ago since the others turned 18. This makes me feel super old, but I am 60 next year. So I guess I am. “River, Hunter. Come on down.” Nathan calls them. “Aw dad, I almost beat him next time.” Hunter complains to his dad. Eden, Max and Jax walk through the door. “Are you ready?” Eden asks everyone.

Every year, my friends and I look forward to attending and taking part in the celebration, but as our eighteenth birthdays approach, the party this year brings more worry than delight. We were all born within a few months of each other, but I had the misfortune of being the first to reach the age of eighteen. The second terrifying aspect of it this year is that my eighteenth birthday comes on the day of the celebration, and the beast leaders’ five-year raid is approaching. Thankfully, the celebration takes place during the day every five years, and the village is sealed down as soon as dusk falls. Not that it matters to me; if these beasts want into our homes, they will get in regardless.

The day of Symphony’s birthday was finally here. She couldn’t believe that she was finally eighteen. She wasn’t expecting much in the way of a party because of everything that had been going on. She got up, took a shower, got dressed in leggings and a baggy shirt, and went downstairs to fix herself something to eat before she started on her daily schoolwork.

Ruby was a lot of things and most of them were complicated, but she had genuinely cared about Summer before everything went wrong and she was sitting here swallowing her pride in front of someone she didn't like on a Friday afternoon, which took something. Also, Sunday was Summer's birthday and I had not known that and that landed somewhere in my chest with more weight than I expected. Eighteen. Summer was turning eighteen on Sunday. "Fine," I said. "What's the plan?”

He goes crestfallen and gives me one last fleeting glance before walking through the door. Wow, what a start to a birthday. What a great way to start my eighteenth year!