The Day to Remember
I will never forget my eleventh birthday. Moments like this one will be hard to forget.
I walk into the kitchen. This is going to be perfect! I have my favorite turquoise shirt on, some white jean material shorts, my hair curled, and the brightest smile in the room. Dad turns to me and smiles, while my brother has a mysterious look on his face. “It’s time to open up the present.” Dad announced. Only one present? This is the worst day ever! He grabbed the gift so delicately, it looked as if the gift was floating in thin air. The tissue paper danced from the breeze. Dad set the present on the table. “Time to open up the present,” Dad repeated. I definitely didn’t want to show my disappointment.
I sat down by the tabletop; I was surrounded by my family. I started plucking the tissue paper from the bag. I looked down spotting a blue shirt, and picked it up. “Thank you,” I declared, “I love it!” I hoped it looked like I wasn’t upset. I thought. This is officially the worst day ever!
“There’s something else inside of the bag!” My brother peered into the bag and exclaimed. I snap out of my daze. “No there’s not!” I barked. “Look for yourself!”, my brother debated. “Okay, but there’s nothing inside of the bag!” I exclaimed. I looked into the bag; I focused mainly at the bottom. There’s a piece of paper, and I picked it up. I start to read the title, but my eyes started to blur from excitement. I make out the words:Taylor Swift, tour, and tickets. “Oh my goodness!” I proclaimed. Taylor Swift concert tickets! I appreciate this so much! I love you!” I screamed. “Squeal! Scream! Screech!”
My eleventh birthday was an event I’ll never forget. Although, I also learned a very important lesson. You shouldn’t judge a book by its cover.