It’s today!

I had woken up only moments before but already blood was pumping frantically through my brain. Finally.

I’ve been waiting for this for 16 years. I take a deep breath waiting until my pounding head finally chills out. But…

It’s today.

My heart flutters and my eyes open wider. I am soo exited. I turn the knob to my white door, trying not to make a sound. My parents are still asleep. They probably don’t even remember.

This holiday on a different day for everyone, they are probably to condoned by their own dates to worry about me.

To worried about themselves to worry about me.

But I won’t negative talk ruin this day. After today everything will change anyway, no more standing in the shadows I can be anything I want.

You never really know when it will happen, when you are born there is number above your head, telling you how many days until today. Normally people get over 25,000’s but I got lucky mine was in the 5,000’s. And in my family you have to be lucky. Still my parents are in the deep thousands almost to 30,000. They had been furious when they found out I had beat them.

As I walk outside everything seems brighter. Clearer.

I move around the garden with a new found adoration for the outdoors. I walk to the street looking both ways before slowly crossing. There are ducks in the pond near me, quacking their merry tune.

Do they know how special today is?

As I move around the lush grass I realize that the quacking has stoped. I glance over at the pond. One of the ducks is stuck under water. Without a second thought I peel off my shoes, and dive in to save it.

The water is cold, too cold. I can make out the vague outline of the duck above me he was stuck in a fishing line. As I moved towards him his he started squirming more. Really? Can’t he see I’m trying to help?

I get to close and the ducks powerful kicks send me swirling through the freezing water. I become tangelos in some slimy reeds, when I try to move away from them try tighten around me. Wow, this is something.

I watch as the ducks movements slow. It’s loosing oxygen. But then I see some of his friends paddling over. I could have just done nothing and the duck would be saved.

Great.

I struggle to break free then I stop.

I remember what day it is.

This is actually a good way.

I’ve heard of people who spend this day horribly, but me? No. I tried to save a duck.

It’s a good way to spend this day.

My lips twitch.

This is a good way to finally go.