Tempting The Bad Boy
I love my birthday, I love blowing out the candles and unwrapping my gifts, but mostly I love that it's the one day of the year that my pain in the arse brother is forced, by our parents, to be nice to me all day.
This wasn't just any ordinary birthday this year, either. Today I am officially eighteen years old, which is essentially the same as being a key that unlocks the door into adulthood. I can legally walk into a liquor store and buy alcohol, I can join the military and go fight for my country, I can buy lottery tickets or gamble if I wish to and I now legally have to register myself on the electoral roll.