13= WORST AGE EVER. - jazzyjazzerton Jasmine Fox (book club suggestions TXT) 📗

“13 is the epitome of teenage years.”


Chapter One: 13= WORST AGE EVER.
My birthday is on March, 3rd. I was extremely excited for my 13th birthday because, all I could think about was “I’m going to be a TEENAGER!” As my birthday approached, I got less and less excited for it. The main reason I got less and less excited for it was because, I knew that this was a big milestone. I knew that in exactly 5 years I would be an adult. I didn’t know how to realistically react to this. Thank goodness I have a twin to confide in. Her name is Scarlett. The day of my Thirteenth birthday, My Dad was to busy with his girlfriend to show up at my family birthday celebration. I was used to this. At least he left a voicemail on my phone the day after telling me happy birthday but, oh well. I didn’t care once it was all over with. It really hurt me at first though because, it was such a big thing to be turning thirteen.

I was even more bummed because, my aunt and uncle that said they would show to my party didn’t and my Mom couldn’t be there of course because She died when I was two years old. On April fools day in 2001.

On my birthday, the only people in my family that showed up for the small celebration was My aunt Michelle, her daughter Brittany also my other Aunt, Misty and her family. My Grandparents were there too but they are my guardians.

Once it was time to start opening gifts, my sister and I ran upstairs to our room to talk for a while because, I was pretty emotionally down that day. I honestly don’t know any reason why except for one. I knew that I needed to go visit my Mother’s grave. My Dad does not like to go to her grave. I know it makes him sad but I don’t think he knows it makes me sad when he avoids me day in and day out for his buddies and his girlfriend and her kid.

My gifts were: Scrap booking tools, and clothes. Also a new computer. I was pretty happy by the time my night had gotten over. I didn’t know how my mood turned around so quickly but I didn’t care as long as I was in a better mood and not as down.

That night Scarlett and I went up to our room and sorted through our gifts. We were both particularly excited to go to Quincy and eat at our Favorite Japanese Hibachi and Steakhouse for our annual birthday dinner the next day. We were supposed to go on our birthday but as I previously said, Our dad was too busy playing poker and clinging to his Girlfriend and her kid (She hates me and so does her son.) Chapter Two: Why?
On the eve of the anniversary of my Mom’s passing, My Dad and Cousin got into a car accident. Dad wasn’t wearing his seatbelt. This ended up being a good thing because, seconds after Dad was thrown out of the vehicle a iron rod from the frame of the cab slashed through the headrest where his head was just seconds later. His leg ended up being broken and only took one surgery to get fixed. His ribs were also broken.

My Dad stayed at my Grandparents home with us while he was recovering from his leg injury. My Grandmother helped him extensively day in and day out. She is 63. On July 3rd, 2012 mine and my families lives were forever changed and scarred. My Grandmother who had practically been a Mom to me, whom my sister and I called NaNa and Mom passed away in Memphis Missouri due to a heart attack and an aortal aneurysm.

My Grandpa is very sad. He has been going to counseling. I don’t really know how to react to this whole situation. I am just hoping that life will tun out okay for me…

Text: Jasmine Fox
Publication Date: 09-07-2012

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