June 25, 2009

This is a story I wrote in writing class today. We had to include a flashback so i did.

Chelsea sat on the floor of her living in front of the sixty-inch Sony ™ flatscreen in her favorite pink and white polkadot Victoria Secret pj pants and a white Juicy hoodie, surrounded by her friends. It had the potential of being to most fantastic slumber party the four of them had ever thrown in their ten-year friendship– and lucky for her, SHE was hosting it. This party had to be perfect, for it was her sweet sixteen celebration! Given that she and her lifelong BFF’s had been planning it probably for the last four years, a proffessional party couldn’t have done a better job in eight. Chelsea was most excited for the “big surprise”she’d added at last minute. Now all of her friends were begging her to spill the secret early. Chelsea was pulled back to reality by the last two lines of…

                                                              Happy Bi-irthday, dear Chel-seeeea…… HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOOOOOOOOU!!!

              The song was followed by a series of cheers and giggles. They had done a glorious job on the cake, considering they had made it themselves. It had three teirs (sp?) all iced pink, and the edges had white swirls around it. They had added edible sparkles (probably a ton of crystalized sugar) and white m & m ‘s. True, her daddy would have paid a proffessional cake decorator, but half the fun was making it… why miss out? Plus, that was one more thing Chelsea mentioned to her parents when she showed them she car she wanted (75,ooo dollars),

              “Oh gee, guys, we forgot to light the candles!” Adrianne giggled.

             ” I’ll go get the ligher,” Meghan said.

             ”Its in the…” Chelsea began but was interrupted by Meghan.

             “I know where your dad keeps his “secret stash” of 1oo calorie muffins… in know where you all keep the lighter.”

             All  of the girls cracked up white Meghan left the room, giggleing at her own joke. She re-entered a minute later with the lighter. Natalia scooted back, pressing her back against the leather couch, and closed her eyes. Her perfectly waxed brows nearly crashed into eachother above her nose.

            “Lite the candles and repeat the last line of Happy Birthday so I can blow them out. And if you all are super good, I will pose pretending I am blowing out the candles so you all can take pictures for the yearbook!” Chelsea said in an animted voice.

           They did as she said minus the re-blowing joke. Then she blew them out.

          “Now… get a slice of cake…WHO’S READY FOR A BONFIRE!?”

          Two of the girls screeched with delight. All four of them popped up with their cake and headed out the back door, Natalia taking up the back. The hugest bonfire any of them and ever seen was already burning 5o yard from the house. Natalia’s eyes pooled on top of her long bottom lashes.

          “What’s wrong?” asked Adrianne, who was the first to notice her distress.

          “Well, I’ve never told you all… but when i was little…” tears flowed uncontrollably down her face, leaving mascerra tracks,”Be-efore I met you all… like in kindergarten, i guess… m-my house caught on fire… they think from our chimmney because of our wood-burning firepla-ace… well, everyone inc-cluding Trevor” (her parrot from Brazil) ” made it out, but I-i’m s-sooo scared that I will get burned by fire because I got thi-is burn… this one I said was a b-birthmark on the side on my leg. ‘M sor-ry I didn’t tell you all.”

          All the girls surrounded her in pity. They didn’t know what to say.

         “Look,” said Chelsea, “we won’t do the bonfire if you don’t wanna.”

         “Oh no!” Natalian’s head snapped up, ” I am NOT going to ruin your party. I would rather get rid of this fear.” She smiled a genuine smile through her drying tears.

         ”You sure?” Meghan asked.

        ”Yeah, I wouldn’t want ANYONE to miss out on this amaaaaazing bonfire. Lets go.”

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