I wake up to the terrible sound of my alarm. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. I groan and slap my clock to silence it. This is the last week of school, the last week of my alarm and the last week o-

"Ryan, time for breakfast!" My dad yells from the bottom of the stairs. The outfit I picked out for today is a light green crop top that says "SMH". I brush through my brown, medium length hair and pull it up in a messy bun. I drag myself down the spiral stairs. I yawn as I turn into the kitchen, and when I open them, my dad is beaming at me. "Happy birthday, my sweet pea." I am confused for half of a second and remember that today is my birthday. I return his beam and thank him. As I go to make my breakfast, Dad stops me. "Not today sweetie, we are going to go eat out. Where would you like to go?"

I decide on a smoothie place 10 minutes from our house. During our drive my dad blast my favorite Disney songs on the radio, even though he doesn't like Disney, and actually sings along with me. After 3 or 4 songs he turns the music off and looks at me through the front mirror. He doesn't glare at me, he just smirks like he knows something I don't. I don't look away; I hold his stare. "I have a little surprise for you. But I'm going to wait to tell you." He looks away from me and concentrates on driving, but I can see through the mirror that he is still smirking.

We arrive at the smoothie place and go inside. There's a sign that says "Seat Yourselves!" so we do just that.

I sit down across from my dad and pull out my phone. There are 3 new texts from my friend.

OMG HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I CAN'T BELIEVE WE HAVE BEEN FRIENDS FOR 10 YEARS!

We definitely have to get together soon. I haven't seen you in a month!

I look up and my dad is looking at me so I sheepishly put my phone away. "Oh, Sorry, Erica texted me. She wished me a happy birthday." He nods. That's my approval.

I'm sipping on my chocolate milk when the waitress comes with my baked cheesy potato and my dad's bacon burger. I scowl at him, and he smirks back. I have been vegetarian ever since my grandma passed because she was vegan. I could never go vegan because I am in love with dairy in general. I mean, who doesn't love yogurt, ice cream eggs, and chocolate? When I look back at my phone, I have 3 missed calls from Erica. I sigh and put my phone in my back pocket and dig into my breakfast. 

The price came out to be $24.86 and we added a $5 tip. We thanked our waitress and got into the car.  After we got buckled up, dad asked me if I was full and I nodded and rubbed my tummy. He smiled and agreed.

We were low on gas so we stopped on our way home. "I'm going inside to use the restroom. Do you want anything?" I asked. He shook his head and started pumping the gas. After I used the restroom, I grabbed a candy bar and payed with a dollar bill. I rushed back to the car and got inside, while dad finished up paying for the gas.

He got back in the car and we drove home. We got out of the car and I noticed that the mail had already gone. Even though I don't have anyone who would send me mail, I always check just in case I'm wrong. I guess today was my lucky day because the only thing inside the mailbox was a letter addressed for me. The part that surprised me the most was that the letter didn't have the name of the person who sent it.