“Okay class, you only have to do the first ten problems for homework and. . .” my teachers voice was trailing off in my head. All I could think about was my birthday tomorrow. It will be the best birthday ever, I was thinking. “Ring! Ring!” My thoughts were disturbed by a loud ear splitting noise. School was finally over. I couldn’t wait to get home.
Later that afternoon, I was doing my homework with a bowl of cereal. “So, what do you want for your birthday?” my mom asked as she was washing the dishes across the room. “I stood up so fast that I almost spilled my cereal. I knew my mom already knew what I wanted. I would announce it to her almost every day the past month. I think she just liked hearing me …show more content…
That’s where Mom and Dad always hide presents for birthdays and other holidays. I already knew of course that I was getting it, but I just looking at it would be enough for now. My sister, Charlie, ruined my plans when she exited her room from behind me. “You still want that drone for your birthday?” she asked. “Of course I do,” I responded, clearly annoyed. “That seems like something a nine or ten year old would want, not a thirteen year old.” “Whatever,” I said as I walked away. She wasn’t going to change my mind. I tried to get to bed as early as possible. Because as soon as someone falls asleep, it seems to them that they wake up seconds later. They can’t remember all the hours they’ve been asleep. I couldn’t …show more content…
Beep! Beep!” I’d never been happier in my life to hear my alarm clock go off. I got ready for school as quick as a bullet. My mom said I would open presents after school. The school day went by as slowly as watching paint dry, or slower. In one of my classes I got to tell the class if I got anything for my birthday yet. Of course I didn’t, but I told them all in detail about the amazing drone I would get. After school was over I was talking to my friend, Luke. “Yeah, you can probably come over tomorrow. I’ll need some help getting the hang of how to fly it.” He sighed. “You don’t know you’re gonna get it,” he said. “Sure I will. Just wait and see,” I yelled back to him as I climbed onto my bus. Finally it was time. The moment my life has been leading up to. I tried to sound interested in the stuffed animal shark my little brother gave me. I quickly threw it aside when he wasn’t looking to make room for the big box my mom handed me. I ripped off the wrapping paper so fast like my life depended on it. I couldn’t believe my eyes. All I could do was stare at what lay underneath the wrapping paper. “It’s a. . . . . . . . . . . . . .” I couldn’t