Romans & histoires 18th Birthday 18 Debut Program

With love, the author endwena <3 <3 ``CERCY`` " Mom, common it's just a party..!! You can't do this to me. It's my 18th birthday!! All my friends are going there... Momm just for 2 hrs. Consider it a birthday gift for this year." "Cercy, you know what happens during these parties. People get drunk. No, no stroke tbh, to get lost, lose other important things, you know that right? I don't want that for you. You can spend the day with your friends Icy and Rob, there're cute. I can give you money and u can go on a vacation at... Wherever you want. "

Noah stood amid two fires wondering which to approach first. “Instead of worrying about things out of your hands,” Bernard said, breaking the silence. “How about you prepare for your debut? You are almost 18.” Right, her 18th birthday was almost upon them. It’s when she’ll become a true shifter, and have her first full transformation. Why wasn’t she existed though? It was what she had always wanted. What she has always talked about with Luke when they were kids. “Who am I going to debut as?” she said, the first thing that came to her mind. “Ella Jenkins? A character you created?”

The silver cuffs and collar were removed last night so I could start healing. The only reason they want me healed is because on the weekend Statham and Jayce are having a massive party because both of them will be 18. Statham and I turned 18 when I was in a coma. Jayce turns 18 on Friday so Saturday they decided to have a massive coming of age party. Both packs will be in attendance along with the Knightlock pack aswell. That way there is a better chance of them hopefully finding their mates. I honestly feel sorry for anyone mated to any of the Savage Six.

I woke up early as usual but today was anything but a normal Saturday. Everyone under the age of eighteen has to undergo combat and defence training. Normally I would spend all morning helping Christian training the younger pack members until it came to my age groups turn just before lunch. I didn’t need to attend today though, my birthday tomorrow meant that I was being moved to train with the adults.

My locker was next to Sofia Martinez, who had a photo of her and her boyfriend taped inside. “Are you going to the game Friday,” Sofia asked. “Yeah,” I said, spinning my lock, “probably.” “Cool,” she said, fixing her hair, “bring a date, it is more fun.” “Right,” I said, “fun.” I grabbed my English book, and my phone buzzed. It was a reminder I set for myself last week. BOYFRIEND BEFORE 18, with a little calendar emoji. I stared at it, then turned my phone off. I did not need the reminder, the whiteboard was enough, the hallway was enough, and the date on my driver’s license was enough. I turn 18 in six months. Six months to figure it out.

Eighteen is a special birthday for many. My eighteenth birthday is special for different reasons than one would think. Eighteen signifies adulthood, but I’m not so sure adulthood is important to an immortal. It’s not even that I have all the time in the world to grow up. Ever since I started going on missions with my dad at fourteen, I’ve grown up. When you learn to reap souls, and one of your grandfathers is Death, well, you grow up on faster.

Lisa's eighteenth birthday was coming up and she had been restlesslly delighted. She had lots of plans for it - one, was to finally move into her own apartment, - Two, was to throw a big party and - three was to own her ground for the next prom queen. Being eighteen for her meant more than freedom and she was ready to exercise that exclusive rights bit by bit. She had arrived in her new quiet apartment and was settling down, but she picked up her phone to FaceTime her friends and share the good news.

This was my 18th birthday party—my coming-of-age ceremony. I… had been reborn.

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