By: SassMachineChan
It was finally my 18th birthday! The best day of the year obviously. I leaped out of bed springy and full of life. The party decorations should already be set up, since I usually wake up late. I ran out of my room, into the living room where just as I thought, everything was already set up. Yay! I am hoping that everyone comes, especially Angela. I invited her because I want to be popular. Unless she doesn’t want to attend, because of how unpopular I am. I made sure she got that invite though, I sent her a message on Instagrammer. I dunno if she is nice or not, she’s just kinda in school and everyone likes her, maybe it's the perfume that makes everyone like her. I don't know and I don't care, just so long as she comes.
The first person I walked into while I was making my way to the party was my older sister, Amelia Sharkin. She's wearing a crop top and a pair of tight short shorts that just barely cover her protruding thighs. She's known around our school as the “Trash Troll” because she rarely takes showers. Besides that, she's usually a pretty chipper and peppy girl albeit a bit of a jokester.
“Hey little bro, Happy birthday!” Amelia said.
“Thanks.” I replied.
“No problem.” She said. “What took you so long? Everyone's waiting for you.”
“Ah, my bad. I'll be there right away!” I said.
My sister and I walked to the living room where some of the party guests were.
She came! And she’s holding a gift in her hand! She was wearing the highest heels ever known to man, with skin tight leggings and a mini skirted blue dress, with a ribbon tied behind her. I can’t believe she dressed like this for my birthday!! She really does care! I immediately ran to her in excitement and she spoke;
“Happy birthday, Lucas, where can I put this?” she said, holding her latte and my gift.
“Over there! Thank you sooo much for coming!” I said excitedly.
She walked toward the table, and placed my present down. The present looks so cool as well! It had a nice white metallic wrapping around it, with a yellow ribbon on it. She looked at me and smiled.
I looked around the room for the other guests that had come. Me, my mom, my sister, my two best friends and Angela (the most important one of course.)
“Yo Lucas, happy birthday man!” Michael said as he slapped my back making it tingle in the process. “Do you have enough food this time around? Last birthday I ate your entire anterash, can I do that again this year?” He said jokingly.
“Yeah, sure you can.” I said sarcastically.
“Yeah, Happy Birthday.” John said while smiling.
“Thanks guys.” I said. “Did you guys get me some good presents this year?”
“You'll have to find that out, laterrrr.” Michael said with a smirk on his face.
I immediately blossomed with excitement. I'm eager to open my presents but I guess I'll have to wait. I walked to Angela, maybe I can start a conversation with her. Who knows, maybe she'll make me more popular if I say the right things. I thugged over to her, and I gave it my best shot.
“HELLO Angela!” I said…, maybe sounding a bit too loud.
“Why hello Lucas, I’m glad to have attended your party.” she said, sipping her latte. “OMG what a great party! How old are you now?”
“I’m eighteen.” I replied.
“You are! You're so young! How nice.” She said.
“Uhh, yeah.” I said, sounding a little confused.
What could she have meant by that? Isn’t she in the same grade as me?
She walked away like a sass machine, and walked toward my mother, starting a conversation with her. She does seem like a social person anyway… From the corner of my eye I see my sister walking up to me.
“Hey little bro help me blow up these balloons!” Amelia said.
“Uh, alright?” I said bewildered. Why would she want me to blow up balloons for my own birthday? Isn't that kinda rude? Well regardless I guess I should help her, after all it helps the atmosphere of the party.
“Here blow up this one, it's almost done.” Amelia said with a smirk.
She handed me a half air filled balloon. Uhh, why would I blow a halved aired balloon…, that she already blew on. That's kinda nasty. But it's not like I haven't done anything like this before. There was one time where me and my sister were on a long road trip and my mother had stopped at a convenient store. We had very little money and we were hungry, so my mom bought us a granola bar for us to share. We took turns eating the granola bar, saliva and all. Although we were too hungry to care about that. So all in all I guess this isn't that big of a deal… I put the balloon in my mouth and started blowing into it when my sister pushed the balloon inwards making the air flow into my mouth like an air pump. The air was hot and heavy and had a bad taste to it. I recoil in disgust.
*Cough* *Cough*
“AHAHA!” My sister laughed. She leaned into my ear and whispered. “That was my fart you just inhaled.”
My eyes popped out of my head. That can't be true! It just must've been her bad breath! I guess my panicked state must've alerted my friends.
“Huh? What happened, Lucas?” John asked.
“Uhhhh. Nothing.” I said unconvincingly.
“You sure? You seem distraught.” He said, sounding concerned.
“YEP, I'm completely fine!” I said lying straight through my teeth.
“Alright then.” He said going back to talk with Michael.
I turned back to my sister who was smiling intensely. I could tell she was holding back her laughter. She has to be joking right? She is a jokester after all… But her smiling aura says otherwise….
*One hour later*
That was devastating to my ego. I felt my eyes roll to the back of the head. Why? Why would she do this? I…, I can’t process it.
I walked out of the dead-room into the yard, and looked at the dusk sky. The real-party was about to start. The deserts are placed on the white vinyl tablecloth, refreshments underneath the canopy. The inflatable slide and bouncy castle, put up at the back of the yard. The music blasting out from the radio, the smell of my mother’s barbecue, and the guests coming through the gate… it was all starting now.
But, I can’t shake off what just happened, I feel uneasy. Around a few steps into the yard, I was met with a very optimistic Michael in front of my face.
“YOOO, BROO! What's up!! Awesome party! Wanna play in the bouncy castle?” He asked.
I looked at him with a straight face.
“Aren’t we too old to play on those things? I mean, why did my mom inflate it for this party anyway??” I told him.
“Dude…, are you okay?” He asked
“Yes, I’m fine. I’m just a little tired.” I said.
“Bro, how can you be tried on your birthday?!” As he laughs uncontrollably. “You gotta lightin’ up man, maybe it’s those hormones that are giving you some trouble, ahaha!”
I laughed along with him, and he walked toward the desert table…. (that fatty). Maybe I shouldn’t have acted that way towards him…, but he came at the worst time possible! But, I’ve known him for years, it takes a lot to get his feelings hurt…, I think.
I walked around the yard for about thirty minutes, watching the others talk and play. In the meantime, I nabbed myself a cupcake with vanilla icing on it, it tasted great! I love my mom’s baking. I sat down on one of the chairs, and noticed the sun setting lower, it must be around 8pm or something. Usually our parties last all night, or when everyone leaves. I looked at my house, I noticed the back of our house is getting moldy, we probably should do something about that… and not a second later my sister slammed the door open and started to shout.
“Lucas! Com’re for a second!” my sister screamed.
What could she want? I still feel uncomfortable being around her after what she did. I don't even know if I feel like being around her right now but I guess I should see what she wants. I walked over to her.
“We gotta refill our cupcake stands! Go fill that plate with the vanilla cupcakes, I’ll do the chocolate.” She said.
“Alright, alright…, why is it me doing some of the dirty work on my own birthday today??” I said feeling exasperated..
“You’re an adult now! You’ll have to throw your OWN birthday party if you want one, I’ll help you out on this birthday though.” She said.
I rolled my eyes behind her back. I grudgingly walked into the kitchen, filled the plate with vanilla cupcakes…, getting some frosting on my clothes… great… The living room TV was on, it was time for eight o clock news. It’s probably gonna talk about the same story for the past two months or so…
“We are gonna interview Patrick Washer, who climbed the highest mountain in the world, Mount Everest but he's gay, I mean he’s gay, excuse me he's blind. we’ll hear more about that later-"
Shuts off
“Don’t be slacking off young man! Put those cupcakes on the table!” My sister said.
We walked outside, setting the cupcakes down on the vinyl tables. From the corner of my eye, I saw a lot of people coming through the gate. I saw some distant relatives coming, even some of my friends’ family members are joining the party. I’m starting to feel happy, seeing all these people coming, they might care about me… or not. I also see some weird looking guy coming in as well.., I don’t know which side of the family he’s from.
My sister noticed the flood of people too, she immediately turned and looked at me.
“We gotta get more tables because more people are coming!” She said eagerly, with a big smile on her face.
“Uh alright.” I replied, feeling weirded out.
My glimmer of happiness was quickly covered by my feelings of worry. If I know my sister, she has something planned… her smile was unbearably wide, along with the wideness of her eyes. She didn’t make me feel safe, but she's my sister. I’ve known her my entire life, she wouldn’t genuinely hurt me.
We walked over to our shed, where we keep some extra stuff. She still has a big smile on her face which only made me more uncomfortable than I already was. She walked me over to the shed and closed the door behind her.
I got into position to lift up the tables when I got pushed into the toy box behind me. Before I could even get my bearings I saw my sister’s butt start to fill up my field of vision until eventually her butt rested softly on my face. It was very dark under her. I've been sent to the shadow realm.
I tried to talk to her to tell her to get off me but all that came out were muffled screams.
“Hehe, that tickles Lucas!” She said with laughter in her voice. “Just stay there for a second.”
I tried to protest that but my body is trapped between a rock and a soft place. Her butt smelled just as bad as the rumors said it would, unsurprisingly. I should've been more wary of her! She is a prankster after all! This position is very uncomfortable to say the least but with the added extra weight of my sister laying on my face made this situation all the more painful.
“Happy Birthday Lil bro.” She said. “Consider this a gift from me to you!”
*PPFFFFTTTTTTTT*
I felt a hot gust of wind hit my nose! Did she really just fart on me? No… no way….. How humiliating… The smell was immeasurable.. It was as if I got sprayed by a rogue skunk. The smell strangled and took the life out of me. I felt her weight start to ease off me and I was finally free of the smell hell that I got enveloped in. I slowly got up taking in the aches and pain that my back endured being stuffed down there, when half way up my ascent my sister pulled out a purple balloon from her back and shoved it in my face letting all the hot air blast me. From the smell of it, it was probably more of her gross, putrid farts. I held my nose and quickly jumped out of the toy box.
“Amelia, what's wrong with you! THAT STINKS!!” I screamed.
“What? It's just a little prank.” She chuckled.
“Go do that prank on someone else!” I snapped back at her.
“Oh, don't be a party pooper.” She said. “Now help me lift these tables.”
“Yeah, whatever.” I said begrudgingly.
As a team we lifted up the tables and brought them outside…. All the guests were here now. We put the tables down and got back to doing our thing at the party. Although it was harder for me to integrate into the party then it was for my sister to. I still wonder why she had to do THAT instead of something more humane… Regardless, the party went on.