Old Rust Bucket

It’s my nineteenth birthday today! I can’t believe I’ve been an adult for a whole year now. I’m so excited. It’s 3am and I’ve given up on sleep. I’ll just write things for my blog. Let’s hope it’s a better birthday than last year. What a letdown my eighteenth was, honestly.

That was a debacle. It all started when I woke up to the beep of a horn outside. I couldn’t believe it! My parents had bought me a car for my birthday! That sort of thing isn’t supposed to happen in real life. Just in the movies. I ran to my window, imagining the fancy new Ferraro they’d bought me. As it turned out, it was too good to be true. They’d bought me an old rust bucket from Mornington. Tyres as ugly as you’ve ever seen, windows that you have to wind down on your own.

I tried to be grateful, I really did. You can’t imagine how hard it was to get in that car, turn the keys and hear its angry growl. Within a week we were taking it to a car repair store around Mornington because it broke down. They didn’t even buy one with a roadworthy! From then on, I just took the bus. It broke their hearts, but at least it didn’t break my body.

This year will be different. We’ve got more money, mum and dad want to make it up to me, and anything would be better than that piece of junk. I’m not expecting a Ferraro this year. I’ve learned a lot in the last 365 days. All I want is a birthday cake, some nice clothes, and a car that actually works. That might sound spoiled, but seriously, my dad somehow wins the lottery every year. Actually… now that I think about it, he might be earning all that money another way. Maybe that’s why I can’t get a fancy car, because people will ask questions. I think I’ve just realised that my dad is a…’dealer’. Of ‘pharmaceuticals’. 

Oh man, this birthday’s gonna suck, isn’t it?