18th Birthday 18 Debut Program Novels & Stories

I remembered the five years of our marriage, my twenty-third birthday, and finally, my death. All of it. And yet, somehow, here I was—seventeen again, wide-eyed and a face full of baby fat. My eyes flicked over to the calendar that hung above my desk, and I noticed the date: it was the last day of summer. And there, on the eleventh of August, was a big red X. My first day of school at Ravencrest University. Despite the shock of it all, I couldn’t help but let out a little breath of relief. I wasn’t dead. I had somehow been reborn six years before my death; a second chance.

Junior bragged on. She shook her head. He still acted really childish despite being eighteen. She told her age as well. “I’d be twenty soon.” “Whoa, how soon? Birthdays are big deals around here. Especially for the females.” he whispered the last part. Arya nodded but then shrugged. “My birthdays used to be fun but these days, it just passes by.” “Cos you’re an adult right?” Junior sighed. “That’s why I didn’t want to get to eighteen just yet. Who knows if they’d throw me out of the house now?” he chuckled nervously.

As if it once been wipe out from her memory. Before the event of the death of her Grandma, she spoke a strange words, “The truth was that in reality... your 18th Birthday is yet to come.” Her eyes filled with grief, as if having a 18th birthday is a bad thing. “During that time...I'm afraid you will never again waking up. It's my fault... I take you away from him... He could have done something...”

“You’re up early.” Cynthia sank into her chair. “I didn’t sleep much.” “Well,” her father said, folding his newspaper, “that’s understandable. You’ve had quite a week. But we have some exciting things to discuss today.” She looked up, wary. “What things?” Her mother exchanged a smile with him, then turned toward her. “Your eighteenth birthday, of course! It’s only a few weeks away. We need to start making preparations.” Cynthia froze. “Preparations?”

**** Lara**** A week later was my 18th birthday and for the first time in a long time, I decided to celebrate. Finally, I was legally an adult and fully independent. The thought was both thrilling and a tad disconcerting. I pushed my loneliness aside and focused on how best to celebrate.

There was now a possibility that the theme of my life could actually become something other than pains and sorrows. The plan was set for my 18th birthday, which happened to be tomorrow. “Tomorrow is the day I finally get my freedom.”

Two more months before my birthday . I had calculated every day and I just wanted it to come sooner . I couldn’t help it that I would be 18 soon , the thought of it made me so happy and excited at the same time . Turning 18 meant that I was going to meet my mate , excited as I was. I was still scared of what his reaction might be , what could I tell him that my step father had me before him . I was Luna 's daughter and no one would expect me to be that lost but that man is bent on just ruining my life , not even giving me the opportunity to think that this could be the best day of my life .

"You don't need to thank me. I've always known you were the perfect woman for me. And when you turn eighteen, I have no doubt you'll step into your role with even more grace and power." I couldn't resist teasing him, with a naughty smirk playing on my lips, "Oh, you'll see. In just 8 days, I'll officially be an adult, and you're going to enjoy every bit of it." Levi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh really? And what's so special about turning eighteen?"

“My eighteenth birthday falls on a Friday.” “Hell yeah!” Cheryl offered her cousin a fist bump. “I feel like we’re missing something.” JD told his brother who agreed. “The princess clubs go out for eighteenth birthdays.” Reese explained vaguely. “To the male cabaret!” the two cousins said simultaneously before they both began laughing. “And the twenty-first.” Neo grinned. “Thirtieth. Fortieth. Any excuse they can find-eth.” “My eighteenth, the older princesses got so drunk that I had to drive them home.”

As I stared I wondered within me what could possibly make news on such a beautiful day. “Oh! It is the 18th of May” I said to myself as I smiled. This day was of course very special to me and most especially to my best friend Courtney because it was her birthday. Courtney and I had known each other since we were five. They first moved into our neighborhood shortly after Courtney's father(Mr. Williams) lost his job as a bartender because of his ill mannered and insolent behavior 13years ago. On this very special day, I already had Courtney's birthday present well figured out and as always, I was so certain she'd love what I had got her.