It's My Birthday Keep Calm Novels & Stories

🎶 Mama you're okay now. You're safe now, okay. You're in a better place now. I'll see you another day now. 🎶 UOK- NASTY C Bonjour everyone!! Everyone, bonjour!! Why I'm so happy?, well today is the twelfth day into the month of September and guess what? It's also my birthday. Give me an A! Hahaha. So much for beginning to take responsibility. Did I make mention that today was also the day I was allowed to take my babies home.

The door was closed and I crunched my eyebrow in confusion. I opened the door and screamed in surprise as the light beamed and everyone jumped up. "Surprise!!! Happy birthday!!!" They yelled as my eyes widen. "Birthday?" I asked as Neha came in with a homemade birthday cake. "Today is July 7," she said as my eyes widen. Today is my birthday! "I forgot," I said as Jaylen laughed and bumped his shoulder to me. "You always forget," he said as I blushed. Yea he is not wrong. I always forget my birthday. I get too busy to look at dates.

First, that rude Alpha last night turns my world upside down, and now I’m feeling guilty over knocking out Fatso? What’s next? Tea parties and hugging circles? I must be going either bat-shit crazy… …or man-crazy. Either way, this day is NOT going to ruin my mood. Because guess what? My birthday is coming. YAY YAY YAY !

I’m eighteen. “It’s my birthday today, Cal.” A hairy hand runs through his scattered hair. I squeeze my arms around myself. If he says no, I’m not sure what I’ll do but my heart won’t be able to handle the rejection. “Cal, it can be a birthday gift to me.” “Happy birthday.” I shrug. “I don’t really like celebrating it today.”

Chapter 4 “Tell em’ it’s my birthday when I party like that, every night’s my birthday,” - Birthday by Selena Gomez I winced as I tried to get out of bed. Stupid Caleb made me go for the training and guess what? I was the punching bag again. I had an amazing day yesterday. Just dandy.

“Oh no… you probably won’t like it.” The air shifts. Even on my birthday, these two refuse to let me have peace.

I call for Avery and I thought that something might happen. "Bub, where are you? I shouted frantically. I'm starting to panic, it's my birthday again why always on this day? That's the thought playing on my mind. When I'm too occupied with my thoughts, I heard familiar voices singing Happy Birthday and a light came from the candle. I don't know if it is real or just my hallucination. I just stared at them. I don't want to blink my eyes I'm too afraid that if I do, they will disappear in front of me. My parents, best friend, Avery, Jeff, Tamara, and my girl Bettany are here. They sing happily a Happy Birthday. Bettany is the one holding a Birthday Cake, I walked at her slowly and stared at he

“What is today's date?” I blinked. “What? Today's date? I…” “Go on, tell me. What is today?” My fists clenched. “I do not—” “March 24th, Calista. Think.” He snapped his fingers in my face, and I froze solid, eyes wide as it hit me in waves. “Today…it is my…oh god…” My throat felt dry. “Your birthday Calista.” His voice dipped, “your day, and you did not even remember.”

“Okay, so we’ll give him some time to calm down. Maybe if you could heal your legs, he might be willing?” “Yeah, but I don’t know how. I was trying before I fell asleep earlier. By the way, what day is it?” “16th March 2011.” “Oh my! It’s really two years after and my birthday is in a few weeks.” “Really? What day?” “2nd April. I’ll be sixteen.” “A good year to celebrate!” “Yeah…” It is a good year to celebrate but what really am I celebrating? Mom’s not here anymore, no one knows who her killer is and I haven’t even made any progress in my life. No prom or…

He would understand better when he sees its my birthday. Taking the long route to calm my head, and I got the cake, his favorite flavor. Walking back home with the cake, I mustered up courage to send the message. “Hey James, I don’t know if you forgot or anything, but today’s my birthday and I got a cake. I know you love chocolate flavored cake, so maybe a piece could make you feel better.” I reread the message and sighed. I sounded needy and desperate. Clearing the message and just leaving the first part of how it’s my birthday, my finger hovered over the send button.