It was my eighteenth birthday and boy, was I glad. Maybe now people, especially my parents, would stop treating me childishly and I would be respected for the adult I now, well technically was.
After all, I'd just graduated high school in California and was due to start USC in the Fall, majoring in Spanish. I loved Spain, I had never been there but I wished I could have been born there and I was almost fluent in its beautiful language. I don't really know what sparked my interest in the culture, it was just one of the things that made me, well, me, I guess.
'Sabie, will you hurry up! We're going to be late for the party and remember, it doesn't start 'til we walk in', my best friend Donna chirped. I chuckled at her Kesha reference as I applied black eyeliner to my eyes.
See, myself and Donna, we were both born a week within of each other, the same year and everything. We grew up on the same street. You could say we were destined to become best friends really. We attended the same schools and were inseparable from the first day of kindergarten when Donna let me play with her Barbie dolls.
'I know, Don. Can't wait! Almost ready!' I was extremely anxious, in a good way though. The party started at 7pm and it was now 6:45, women.
It was starting to get a little dark outside as I glanced out the window, the sun was setting and the clouds had a pink tone to them.
Both our parents decided to host a dual birthday party since both our families were really close. We'd spend Christmas all together, even go on vacation and it was all down to mine and Donna's friendship. Donna's family were lovely.
Her mom, Mrs Roberts, always insisted on me calling her Maria, her first name, but I always thought it would be disrespectful. She was a true housewife and always inhibited that glowing, maternal look. Her body was curvaceous. She had brown eyes that had a sparkle in them and short layered blonde hair. She always made sure you were fed and was a real sweetheart. She was like a second mom to me. Donna had two siblings, an older brother called Josh and a little sister called Diana. Josh was nineteen, a musician in a rock band. He had short blonde hair, brown eyes and was quite tall, about five feet ten and was quite thin. I had a huge crush on him when I was younger. I'd follow him around Donna's house and everything. Which of course, as it stated in the best friend rule book, I would never be able to live that down for all eternity. Diana was just ten years old, she had long, wavy, blonde hair and was extremely girly, very into make up and shopping and surprisingly at her age, liked boys. I looked out for her just like an older sister would as I myself, had no siblings at all.
Her father, Eric, was a business man and was always out of the country. Her parents were quite wealthy, almost rich, due to his job. Come to think of it, I never did get to see her dad much and the times I did, he seemed like a pleasant enough guy. I could barely remember what he looked like though, it had been so long since I last saw him.
Our parents decided on having our party in Donna's house since she had a huge patio in her backyard. Which would be perfect since it was mid July. My mom is really something when it comes to parties. She sets the scene in her mind and I doubt my dad or Donna's parents were able to get a suggestion in edge ways. However, thankfully, her ideas were always pretty amazing. Donna and I weren't allowed know how the decor of the night was going to be, it was a surprise.
Donna wanted us to get ready in my house because we could arrive to the party as if we were celebrities. I smiled to myself as I thought of her ridiculousness.
Finally, I stood up from the white wooded vanity table in my room and trailed my blue eyes over my appearance in the large black mirror. I have to say, I looked damn well good, dressed in a short black mini dress which showed off my curves perfectly, finished with black stilettos, six inches of course. My caramel hair was straight, shiny and my make up was perfected. I painted my nails red for an extra touch. I wanted to look good tonight and more importantly, feel good. I was celebrating after all, celebrating becoming a woman, in the literal sense anyway.
'Looking good, Sabie!' Donna winked at me. I observed her. She was dressed in a short red dress with killer six inch black stilettos. Her make up was gorgeous and she added rose red coloured lipstick. Her brown eyes brimmed with excitement. Her red hair was in an up style with lose curls hanging from it. She looked phenomenal.
'Whoa, Donna. You look hot, babe! Danny won't know what hit him', I commented, smirking at her. We both giggled.
Danny was our good friend from high school whom she had a crush on since, well, forever. She never told him her feelings though, shame really, you only live once and all that. I encouraged her multiple times in the past but she used to say it'd be too embarrassing. I took the liberty to invite him to our party, maybe the whole party thing would boost her confidence and she'd finally make a move. 'Thank you to the moon and back for inviting him by the way. I owe you one' she said as she wrapped her arms around me in an embrace. I smiled.
'No problem angel, now let's go to the party!', I beamed at her as we grabbed our handbags and headed down my stairs where my parents where waiting in the hallway.
'Sabie, Donna, you too look beautiful', my mom grinned. She looked great, her blue eyes gleamed, her long brown hair was curled perfectly, she was wearing an emerald green dress with gold wedges. 'I can't believe you're both eighteen already, where do the years go? Eh, Lisa?', my dad, Gary said to my mom as he sighed. I have to say he looked good too, wearing a grey tuxedo and his greying brown hair was gelled a little.
'Alright, enough of the sappy', I said as I rolled my eyes. Donna laughed as the four of us headed outside to my fathers' black four wheel drive. We got in the car and drove to Donna's house.
The journey took literally ten seconds as we don't live far from Donna's house. My father got out of the drivers seat and unlocked the back door, where myself and Donna were sitting. My mom was walking up to Donna's front door. Donna and I stepped out of the car as we both thanked my dad. 'It is your special day after all, even though you're making me feel ancient', my dad mocked. Donna really was like a second daughter to him. They shared banter and he would give her advice. My mom adored her also as she practically lived at our house. The three of us laughed as he escorted the both of us up the large marble steps that lead to the front door. My mom smiled at us and tapped on the door.
