The morning sun streamed through my window, and for the first time in days, I felt… lighter. The heartbreak from Dylan and Maggie still stung, but I refused to let it control me. Today, I decided, would be about me.
After a quick shower, I pulled on my favorite jeans and a cute crop top. Looking in the mirror, I smiled. "One week until my birthday… and this year, it's going to be about me, Ximena," I whispered.
School wasn't bad at all. I kept my head high, walked with confidence, and even smiled at a few classmates. Lena, noticing my quiet but determined vibe, gave me a thumbs up and mouthed, "You got this." I smiled back.
After school, I rushed home and flopped onto my bed. Pulling out my notebook, I started planning my birthday. My 18th birthday was only a week away, and I was determined it would be perfect.
I wrote down a list of friends to invite, decorations I wanted, and the perfect outfit I'd wear. "Hmm… sparkly dress or casual chic?" I muttered to myself, holding up both options. Then I laughed. "Why not both? Birthday girl energy doesn't wait."
I spent the evening moving things around, thinking of decorations, and even trying out a few hairstyles. I might have made a mess at first, but by the time I was done, my room looked cheerful, bright, and ready for celebration.
Looking in the mirror, I smiled at my reflection. "You're stronger than you think, Ximena," I whispered. "And this year… it's going to be your year."
Just then, Mom peeked in with a smile. "You're glowing, sweetheart. Your dad and I have a little something we want to tell you about your birthday… but we'll wait until the week comes closer."
I blinked, curious. "What is it?"
Mom winked. "You'll see. But trust me… it's special."
I nodded, excitement bubbling inside me. One week. My 18th birthday was coming—and this time, it would be about me, happiness, and new beginnings.