(Avery)
I woke up to sunlight streaming through my window. For a moment, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Then I remembered.
Today was my birthday. I was eighteen.
I sat up and looked around my room. Everything looked the same, but it felt different. I felt different.
There was a knock on my door.
"Come in," I said.
Mom opened the door with a huge smile on her face. "Happy birthday, sweetheart!"
Dad was right behind her, carrying a tray with breakfast. Pancakes, bacon, fruit, and orange juice. Caleb followed them in, grinning.
"Happy birthday, Avery," Dad said, setting the tray on my bed.
"Thank you," I said, smiling at all of them.
Caleb sat at the foot of my bed. "You're officially old now."
I laughed. "I'm only eighteen."
"Still older than me," he said.
Mom sat nex
