Steph Corin woke up early morning. She groaned when the phone rang, rolled over, and picked it up. “Hello?”

“Hello, this is Kim your very, very best friend. I would like to greet you a Happy, Happy Birthday!” She made her voice very cheerful and smiled. Kim Kohlar was a pretty girl and she knew it. Her short hair made her cute. Her skin was fair complexion and has raven brown eyes. While she was always flattered, she didn’t necessarily know how to handle it.

“Oh, yes. Thank you.” Her voice sounded unhappy. Steph Corin was short, lean and very, very vocal. Her voice was like a goose honking; hard to ignore and shockingly loud when you looked at the size of her.

“You’re out of confident, my dear. By the way, we’re planning to celebrate your birthday in our old school. At Dunhaven Academy. It was Via’s idea.” Via Grimes was a model. She has done about a billion ads for swimsuit and acne medicines. A pimple won’t dare to touch her skin. She’s pretty cute and all. Except that she can’t handled to defend herself  when she’s in trouble.

“Okay, sure. That’s pretty interesting.” This time she’s trying to be cool and at the same time happy.

It was Steph Corin’s 18th birthday, but she was bewildered. She doesn’t want to celebrate her birthday. The bad side of it, Steph’s parents passed away because of a car accident when she was still 16 years old. Her parents supposed to be coming home from their farm to celebrate their daughter’s birthday in their Old Rectory, but an unexpected tragedy occurs. Her father had suddenly heart attacked while driving the car.

Her body was still lying on the bed and seriously staring at the ceiling. Deeply thinking. She knew she must make herself understand her situation. She’s living with her best friend on the outer rim of the suburb, a few streets away from Steph’s house. She had been staying with him since the tragic accident that killed her parents. “I feel sick.” She thought desperately. “I’m going to be sick.” Steph angled from her bed into the comfort room. She took a deep breath and leaned her head for a moment. Then, she looked herself in the mirror. “Breathe slowly.” She told herself. “Slowly.” Little by little, the nausea drained away. Leaving her knees feeling wobbly. She leaned again and closed her eyes.