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September 29, 2010
Michelle was the happiest person on the face of the earth. Being surrounded by friends and family, she celebrated her eighteenth birthday with great joy and satisfaction. Her guests arrive to see her dressed in a white gown with kimono sleeves and black trim along the sleeves and bottom of the dress. The dress came to her feet, and she walked barefoot in the grass of her front yard, dancing. She felt lucky to have so many friends and family that could celebrate with her.
She had nine honored guests at her eighteenth birthday: her cousins Katie and Matt, her band directors Cuthrell and Wiley, her friends Stacey, Samantha, Nichole, Renee, and Ryan. Each guest was special to Michelle in some way or another. Each of these guests were given special token of thanks at her birthday, and each present had its own meaning behind it. Michelle had given Katie a beautiful figurine of a ballerina sitting on a small oak block. Matt recieved a heart-shaped black guitar pick. Cuthrell and Wiley were given miniatures of a trombone. Stacey recieved a small maple box and a new black choker with a diamond pendant dagling from it. Samantha's gift was a stallion made of fosted glass. Nichole recieved a book of blank paper for her art. Renee got a guitar case (she had bought a guitar a long time ago, but need a case). Ryan recieved a braclet with a golden key charm that shone in the smallest amounts of light.
By the end of the night, everyone but the honored guests had said their good-byes and left, leaving Michelle with a small pile of gifts, a pile of cards, and enough joy to make her seem drunk. Michelle, still shocked, sat on the leather loveseat in her home for a few moments before attempting to say anything. "Thank you guys for coming tonight." she finally said. She heard the seamless voices of her guests saying 'not a problem,' 'you're welcome,' and 'my pleasure.' She smiled, then laid on the couch and sighed contently. "This has to be the best birthday in my whole life." she said with another sigh of happiness. The words she heard next would wake her out of her 'drunken' state.
"And it is just about to get better." said the mysterious voice from behind all the guests. Everyone turned their attention to a young man in a black business suit and red business shirt. He held a white rose in his hand. Tied to the stem of the rose was a silver ring. The young man smiled wickedly. Michelle knew who he was.
September 29, 2010
Michelle was the happiest person on the face of the earth. Being surrounded by friends and family, she celebrated her eighteenth birthday with great joy and satisfaction. Her guests arrive to see her dressed in a white gown with kimono sleeves and black trim along the sleeves and bottom of the dress. The dress came to her feet, and she walked barefoot in the grass of her front yard, dancing. She felt lucky to have so many friends and family that could celebrate with her.
She had nine honored guests at her eighteenth birthday: her cousins Katie and Matt, her band directors Cuthrell and Wiley, her friends Stacey, Samantha, Nichole, Renee, and Ryan. Each guest was special to Michelle in some way or another. Each of these guests were given special token of thanks at her birthday, and each present had its own meaning behind it. Michelle had given Katie a beautiful figurine of a ballerina sitting on a small oak block. Matt recieved a heart-shaped black guitar pick. Cuthrell and Wiley were given miniatures of a trombone. Stacey recieved a small maple box and a new black choker with a diamond pendant dagling from it. Samantha's gift was a stallion made of fosted glass. Nichole recieved a book of blank paper for her art. Renee got a guitar case (she had bought a guitar a long time ago, but need a case). Ryan recieved a braclet with a golden key charm that shone in the smallest amounts of light.
By the end of the night, everyone but the honored guests had said their good-byes and left, leaving Michelle with a small pile of gifts, a pile of cards, and enough joy to make her seem drunk. Michelle, still shocked, sat on the leather loveseat in her home for a few moments before attempting to say anything. "Thank you guys for coming tonight." she finally said. She heard the seamless voices of her guests saying 'not a problem,' 'you're welcome,' and 'my pleasure.' She smiled, then laid on the couch and sighed contently. "This has to be the best birthday in my whole life." she said with another sigh of happiness. The words she heard next would wake her out of her 'drunken' state.
"And it is just about to get better." said the mysterious voice from behind all the guests. Everyone turned their attention to a young man in a black business suit and red business shirt. He held a white rose in his hand. Tied to the stem of the rose was a silver ring. The young man smiled wickedly. Michelle knew who he was.
