2 Birthday Girl

"Jessica! Get down here, what is taking you so long? You're going to be late for school!" my mother texts me. Two missed calls. Every day she keeps repeating the same routine; she wakes up at exactly 5:30 am takes a shower wakes my step father up so he can take a shower too while in the meantime she gets ready making sure she looks as stunning as always. Then she makes breakfast ready till 7 am and wakes me up. Well, today is an exception because I normally am never awake when she does that. My mother is pretty punctual. Kinda annoying sometimes but handy for all day use. Now I don't need an alarm!

~I'm coming, mom. Just finishing up! :)~ I respond to her. But the thing is; we both know it'll take another 30 minutes. Considering it's my birthday it could take a lot of more time. Staring at the mirror in my bathroom I identify myself; stunning blue eyes, slightly dark brown hair and eyebrows, perfect teeth, nice slim body and of course a slightly tanned skin. Just like my mother. The thing in our family is that we care about our reputation. My family owns a small company and because of that we have to look, act and behave perfect. They expect me to be the best in everything, make sure I make the right choices and have the right friends. And I follow these rules, because I too believe that a good reputation leads to a better future. I mean, everyone does, right?

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After finishing my make-up with a last magical touch I stand up and head downstairs. Living in a big house like mine has its own negativities like having to walk a lot to get somewhere. Or having the need to call or text your family members to communicate.. Entering the kitchen I see my stepfather and stepbrother having breakfast. Getting next to my step brother and attempting to sit down while putting my bag down beside me I find myself stuck in my stepbrothers arms. While he is messing up my hair I hear him say "Happy 18th birthday little sis!". "Hey, David stop that please. You know how long she's taking to get ready don't mess with her hair!" my mother shouts from behing while I'm still trying to get out of David's arms. He lets go of me and I pinch his arm 'Auw' while saying "Thank you, David. You'll pay for this!" laughing it off my stepfather responds "Yeah, happy birthday sweety! You're finally a young adult now!". I thank him while getting a kiss from mom "Happy birthday sweaty."

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After cleaning up, my parents head to work. David walks over to me. "Is it okay for me to give you your first birthday present of the day?" David says while handing me a packed box. "You better have something great" I tell him which he responds to with a chuckle. "What's inside?" I ask him he answers with his eyes and eyebrows pointing out the present. After opening the present I instantly regret it. "A purple bra and a green slip?!" I shout while I throw the box and its insides at his face and head off to the hall and head out to school on my way I murmur some words like 'Jerk' and 'Asshole'.

So as I've been told my real father died in a tragic car accident when I was still a baby and my mother married Steve after that. They were collegues before. I'm happy with both my step dad and brother. They both felt real my whole life. Even though there are those times that I catch myself thinking about my real father. I only know him from stories and photos. Besides that it isn't bothering me at all.

I can hear David behind me questioning if the bra was too big. "Fuck you, David" I shout while giving him the finger.

He doesn't say anything, but I can sense him being confused. "Calm down Jess. Just some briefs. Didn't wan't to anger you that much. They aren't that ugly though? Haha.." he answers. "You know what, I would've liked the dildo more indeed, so I could shove it in your ass!" and I leave for sure this time. "How did you..? Did I actually say that out loud?" was the last thing I could catch before leaving his presence.

Making sure I look good once again I head out and see my mother waiting in front of our garage. "Why haven't you left for work yet?" I ask her. "So I can give you your present, of course." she says while opening the garage door. A brand new Car?! I start shouting and screaming and hugging my mother. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank youuu!" I shout "Finally, I hated that old bag David used before me. If he only used it as a normal human being.." I say and we laugh it off while I'm squeezing-hugging her red. "You're welcome sweaty. It's from your father and me take care of it!" She kisses me one last time and heads out for work.

Heading inside my brand new BMW 330 I get a grip of it. I sheepishly try to explore the car real quick before being late for school. The week just started and it couldn't have been better I think by myself. When suddenly my dream from this morning crosses my mind. A headache trespassing my head. I shiver and shake it off quickly. It's time to go to school.

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