God just shoot me now, I thought. Today was my sixteenth birthday. Sweet sixteen right? WRONG! Not for me at least. Try being a goth in a family of preps. I’d been at my friend Mandy’s house all day, avoiding going home. Though, it was late, and I had to go home for dinner.
I walked up the steps, and through the front door. The house was dark. Really? A surprise party? Lame, I thought. Sighing, I walked into the kitchen. As soon as I did, the light came to life.
“SURPRISE!” everyone shouted. I just stood there, arms crossed, trying to smile, but grimaced instead.
“Happy birthday sweety!” my dad said, smiling.
“Yes! Happy sweet sixteen!” mom said, hugging me. My mom grabbed my arm, and pulled me to the table, which had a two cakes on it. One shaped like a one. The other shaped like a six. I reluctantly followed.