POV: Calla Harlow
Why do people get excited on their birthdays? I had anticipated my 17th birthday for so long, but when I woke up to the sound of c***s crowing this morning, I didn’t even feel that much excitement. I had thought that I would somehow feel different, seeing that I had increased in age, but I felt the same.
The only difference now was that I would say I’m seventeen, not sixteen, whenever I was asked my age from now till next year. My life was still the same old boring life, and today, being the seventeenth year since I had graced the earth with my birth didn’t change anything at all.
I had no friends to party or hang out with, and no one… not even my own mother, had wished me a happy birthday. It wasn’t as if I had expected anyone to, and it didn’t really bother me. I was
