Novel & Cerita When You Were Sweet Sixteen

Victoria asked while watching me in the rearview mirror. "Yep that pretty much sums it up" I could feel my face turning red as I answered her. "Your life seems to be getting complicated all of a sudden" "tell me about it" I grumbled. All I did was turn 16 and all of a sudden my life has gone from boring and normal, to what the hell is going to happen next?

I smiled. "Do you love it or should I show you something else?" my mom asked, flipping to the next page. "Why are you showing it to me?" I muttered. "Your sixteenth birthday is fast approaching, and we're making preparations for it. Your dad and I have decided to make your Sweet Sixteen special," my mom gushed. Every girl is always excited about her Sweet Sixteen because it’s a special moment in her life, but I’m a freaking weirdo. It’s not like I don’t like the idea of being sixteen. I've always fantasized about turning sixteen—but not throwing a party for it.

Smh 'So guys, this coming Saturday is my sixteenth birthday and I'm throwing a birthday party. You're all invited to my sweet sixteen birthday party. She flashed another smile and mehn, Michelle is definitely a beauty. The class burst into murmurs of wow, hush, can't wait, mad oo. All was fine until someone said 'You said the whole class is invited, does that mean Jade is too?'

I was scared that maybe our relationship was broken for good and there was no going back. My thoughts traveled back to the day I found out he had a new family. Flashback* On my 16 birthday Both my parents were seated in front of me. It was my 16th birthday. It was supposed to be a joyous day but the atmosphere was so tense a knife could cut through it. All three of us were seated in front of the cake so awkwardly the cake could melt. I stared at the 16 candles on the cake silently making wishes on each candle before I could blow them out. You know, like the movie with Derby Ryan, 16 wishes.

"Because there's a glow in your eyes at the mention of his name. You really do love him. Bye, Ashley. I'll call you later. Your sixteenth birthday is in a few days. And we need to celebrate. I think an early Halloween party will do the trick." "That sounds great. And thanks. I want a Stephanie Burnham custom-designed Halloween party." We part ways. My heart pounds thinking about my birthday party. My sweet sixteen! The big one six. This is the birthday of all birthdays. This is the day I become a woman and will be born in fire. I don't need a large party. Even one with just the Hogan twins, Kyle and Steph, would be enough for me. But I want Aiden there. I want him there so badly. I feel a pa

Cold. That’s all I could feel as I opened my eyes. Well, that and the annoying sound coming from my alarm clock signaling it was time for me to wake up. I hit the button shutting off the continuous ring and gave myself a moment to reflect on myself. Who was I now? I had a loving family, amazing friends, and everything I could have ever wanted. But that all changed the day I turned sixteen. The day I was deemed a mere human.

Use your powers of persuasion if you have to and ask already, my inner voice commanded. But I couldn't. I didn't want Gabe to think I was accusing him of stealing. Nor did I want to ruin the moment. It'd been hot. My body still buzzed. "What is it?" he asked, his fingers touching my swollen mouth. I shook my head. "Just happy." I sighed, leaning into him. I never would've believed there could be a Gabe and me. "Me, too." He went to the door, opening it, letting in the brisk November air. "You're turning sixteen tomorrow." He still held my hand.

Although August 28th (my birthday) has always been a remarkable part of every year for me, considering how it was the only day every year I got praised with fond words and showered with thoughtful gifts for something that didn’t require any blood, sweat and tear-filled efforts from me, something as mundane as complying to the force that thrutched me out of my mother’s womb, I had a strong feeling this particular one was going to be the most remarkable of them all. I turned sixteen today and I had an impending mission in mind.

I said. “You need to rest, Jean, you can tell-“ “No, I want to tell you now but first, can you pass me a drink?” I asked as I pointed at the glass of water. Blake chuckled “Here you go.” He took the glass and gave it to me. I drank it all and he put the empty glass back to the table. I held Blake’s hand and looked at him. “When I was 16 years old, I lived a happy life as a teenager. I went to school, played with friends, went to parties and having this cute crush on the most popular guy at school. I was living an ordinary life.”

Tanya Velichko: Today I turned sixteen. The age when you finally get your passport. A milestone in any teenager’s life, marking another step toward adulthood. Since early morning, my phone has been buzzing nonstop—calls, messages, well-wishes. So many people remembered—my sister, friends, classmates both past and present, kids I tutor, my sister’s friends… even a few of my teachers. But not him. Not Zavir. We once talked casually about holidays and birthdays, and it just sort of came up—we told each other our dates, without much fanfare.