03/08/19 was the date that this was originally written.

Marcus was feeling tired. It had been a long day after all. For it was his sixteenth birthday and his parents had insisted on a huge party. He was thrilled at how the party had gone, mostly because he couldn't stop thinking about Juliana in that black lacey dress. But despite these feelings, he also felt agitated. Though he couldn't figure out why or where that feeling was coming from. He was just about to enter his room when he heard a voice. "Marcus." The voice was high pitched and somewhat energetic. He recognised it instantly as his sister Layla's voice. He closed his eyes for a minute and sighed. All's he wanted to do was fall back onto his bed and fall asleep. But not wanting her to cause a scene, he gathered what what was left of his strength and slowly turned around. "Layla, what's gotten into you?" He said, hoping that she didn't detect the tiresome tone in his voice. She stood still for a moment slightly frowning at him and for a minute he thought that she was going to scream and yell at him. Instead she took a few steps towards him and just as he thought she was about to shove him, her expression changed and the frown from a second ago quickly turned into an eager grin.