(Your POV)
After my moms death I didn't want to celebrate my birthday anymore... But my friends always try to celebrate it anyways.
The problem with that was....my dad. Even if it was my birthday my dad would beat me even worse than usual. So on my 16th birthday (today) I planned on sneaking out to a party my friends were having for me.
It made me nervous but my friends were gonna help me.
Butterflies in my stomach. I felt sick. I wasn't sure if this was going to work out...so I took a quick peek at my dad. He was on the couch with a beer in his hand. He seemed asleep...or I hope he was. Well he doesn't really wake up easily... so I should be fine.
I put on my (f/c) shirt and (f/c) skinny jeans.
My best friend was at the window waiting for me at the window. "Omg (y/n) I love that outfit! Now lets go!" Finally some freedom!
My best friend and I went to her house and a bunch of people are there.
Your heart starts to race. They made your (f/ck) and there was three tables full of presents. Wow... that's a lot of presents. I danced, played games and opened presents it was so much fun. Afterwards everyone had cake and left. It was 6:00 so... I should get home.
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(F/ck)= fav cake