It's My Birthday Keep Calm Novels & Stories

My hand flew to my mouth. Birthday. My birthday. I had completely forgotten.

” Trayton ~”Why the fuck must I care? Kenton ~”Because it is your fucking birthday today.” Trayton ~”Thanks for reminding me what a fucked up grown ass man I am.” Mom hands me my whiskey and I head on back to my office. Who gives a fuck it's my birthday today. .................................................. With Ava… It is his birthday today. I don't know what to do. Must I phone him? If I message him then he will have my number. I think I must phone him. Maybe I should phone mom first.

Conrad "It's your birthday tomorrow and you're turning 18, aren't you excited about it? If you're lucky enough then there's a chance that you'll find your mate tomorrow." Betty, my only friend here in North Carolina, happily reminds me as if I didn't know that already. I don't know why but it feels like she's more excited about my birthday than I am. I don't have anything against my birthday but it's just that I don't care about it anymore, there's nothing special about birthdays anymore or maybe that's just me being officially an adult now talking.

He sighs and places his head on his hands. "March 1st," He replies. My jaw drops. He looks up and stares at me. Why are you so surprised?" He asks. "Nothing, it's just that..." I trail off. He raises an eyebrow at me. "That what?" "My birthday is on February 29th. But when there is no February 29th, I celebrate my birthday on March 1st," I mumble. His eyes widened. "Oh, so that's why you're saying you're 4. So you're 16?"

“I just wanted quiet.” Mama sat beside me, setting her tea down on the ledge by the window. “You okay?” “I think so,” I said. “Just weird-feeling. It’s like... my head won’t line up with my heart today.” Mama reached out and rubbed my back gently. That always helped a little. Daddy sat across from us, setting his mug on the table. “I was thinking about my birthday,” I said finally. “It’s next week.” Mama smiled. “Oh? Got something special in mind?”

Max It's my birthday . Happy birthday to me but it's not a happy one. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did when Ellie said I should give her time. I just don't have the patience to give someone time when I know I can help remedy whatever they are going through. I was peeved and Mia came at the wrong time ... Just as the alcohol was kicking in and I really couldn't counter any attack.

He consoled her. " Um... " Jemmy sniffed as she wiped out the remaining droplets of tears from her eyes. " Thank you for the surprise gift, Caleb... " Jemmy said smiling at him. " It was my pleasure! Sis! Happy birthday to you once again! " He cheered before hugging her! The happy birthday song by Anne Marie that was paused earlier continued playing right at that moment. * It's my birthday I'ma do what I like I'ma eat what I like

Dear Max, I'm sorry I haven't been writing to you for a while. It's been really busy, and I didn't think you would want to read about my boring life. Anyway, I know it's your birthday in a couple of weeks, and I didn't think my letter would get to you on time if I wrote it next week, so I thought I would do it now, and then you would also receive your birthday card to open on the day if you chose to. If not, it's okay; I won't be offended.

He holds a small gift bag in one hand. “I—brought you something,” he says, voice low. “Happy birthday.” My chest clenches. Birthday? Today? Of all things in the chaos of the last w4 hours, today is my birthday? I stare at him. For a moment the world slows birthdays weren’t important to me anymore, but still... it’s my birthday. He is not allowed to remember. I turn to Jessica, shock and confusion half-written on my face. She beams. “That’s right! Your birthday—it’s today!” She comes forward, light but firm, her voice soft. “I actually came back for it, but things—” Her words trail off as if the universe has exploded. “So much has happened and I happened to forget.”

“Your birthday is coming up next week.” My birthday was next week? Oh my! I had totally forgotten about it. With everything that has been happening, the plannings for the fundraiser, the incident, I've not actually not been paying attention to my life.w “Oh, yeah, I guess it is.” I said a bit dryly. “You don't seem enthusiastic.” he said. He must have noticed my tone. Maybe he was right. I really wasn't enthusiastic about the idea of my birthday this year. I sighed. “It's just a birthday. It happens every year, so… nothing really special.” I tried to sound casual about it.