I'm waiting for my autumn.

     As I finished reading a mange I began thinking about an anime I began watching but never finished. I started to think about my past before I moved. I normally have horrible memory so I didn't expect to remember much of it. But the harder I thought the more I realized I spent the majority of my time on networking sites and web chats. I guess that's what happens when your in a major city where no one really cares about you.

     At first I didn't want to move, or rather I was hesitant. I had grown up in the same city my whole life, I didn't know anything else. To go from a major city to a small podunk little town with 28,801 people and nothing to do sort of, changes you. Your friends don't try to keep contact, the people in town are so scared by a new comer they completely ignore and avoid you, and you find out new things about yourself.

     I am still kind of pissed that I moved. I think I rather be with my fake friends than be alone, but I am also grateful. If i hadn't moved I probably would have been caught up in twitter and Facebook. I would have never learned that I actually really like writing and making up stories. Surrounded with so many people it sort of forces you into situations where sometimes you have to deny who you really are to avoid getting jumped. In the small town though the only thing you have is yourself. 

     The first couple months I spent here were horrible. I had no friends, my TV connection was horrible, I was sleeping on a futon mattress on the floor, and there are not enough cell towers to let me have a single uninterrupted conversation with my friends on the phone. Left to my own devices I found books.

     The first book I bought and read was Stephenie Meyers Twilight quickly followed by her other novels. Then I began buying almost 5 books at a time and I'd have finished them before the end of the week. At one point I spent 157 dollars just on books (they were hard covers from Barns and Noble). Now a days if you asked me what the newest series on TV was or if you asked me what was the trendiest networking site, I couldn't tell you.

     Anyways, after that I found writing, and I've been consumed by it completely since the day I started writing.


     Lately though, I've been wanting more.
                                                I'm waiting for my autumn.

     I woke up to the smell of french toast, fresh out the oven chocolate chip muffins, greasy bacon, and disgusting sausage. I immediately knew something was up.
     My mother nearly never cooks breakfast. A good cereal, some orange juice and a Special K bar is all you need in the morning, she always says when I ask her to make me something. I could tell by the noise and smell's that she was cooking up a feast. Sneaking a glance at the calender behind my door the date said July 2.
     A couple more weeks before I start my college courses, I remind my self.
     I was excited to finally go to school and learn everything I was interested in but I was also terrified. Going to college meant acknowledging my age and the future. Everything is so simple when your living with you parents. They pay the bills, clean your clothes, clean the house, and cook for you. You don't really have anything to worry about. Going to college meant bills, debt, rat infested apartments, and roommates. It meant facing the future and moving on.
     I groaned and turned over in bed. These eighteen years were going so well, a couple more years wouldn't hurt... "Absolutely not. I'll just turn into my brother. A twenty nine year old living in her mother's basement."
     Regrettably I forced myself to get up but I only got as far as my feet on the floor and my butt on the bed. Just then my brother burst through the door with out knocking. "Hey sis! How are you? Good, nice to know. Come down we have a big day ahead of us." He rushed never waiting for a answer.
     "What is today?" I had intended to ask but he closed the door before I could.
     I thought about it. July fourth was... well it was July fourth and July first, was not a holiday. July third is a day better left unmentioned in my family. So what was so special about this July second? I thought about family birthday's and family event's but nothing beside my cousins birthday came to mind.
     I decided to head down stairs and ask.
     As my made my way down though it seemed to grow silent and still in the kitchen. I became suspicious. My family wasn't on for silence but it was one for trickery. Every year on Christmas at least one person had to have a trick pulled on them. Birthday present's were usually kept a secret until they tricked you. Then you have everyday in between which seemed like the worst because you never expect it.
     I tip toed down the small hall and just as I turned the corner Champagne Bottle Confetti Poppers, Bang Bombs, and Bang Pops started going off like car alarms during a hurricane. I jumped a little already used to loud sneak attacks from my family.
     "Happy 18 Birthday!" Everyone shouted.
     Once they were done I was left standing covered in confetti with Bang Pops at my feet. Frozen to my spot anticipating another attack I watched my mother grab a plate full of greasy bacon off the counter and head to the table with them.
     "Today is my birthday? And, wasn't I already 18?"
     My family looked at my dumbstruck. Collective sigh's came from everyone as they dropped their happy faces. My mother sat down practically slamming the plate full of bacon down on the table.
     "Honestly, I don't know how you are going to survive on your own. You can't even remember your own age or birthday." My mother voiced looking at the table in dismay.
     "You are hopeless." My father said almost grief stricken.
     My brother just laughed and hugged me.
     Alright, so this wasn't the first time i forgot my birthday. Sure as I live on Earth that I've forgotten my age before. Wasn't my fault. I am not blond or anything, just forgetful.