A Good Host
“Happy Birthday!” my parent’s shouted. I flashed a weak smile and blew out my candles. I had just turned 17, and was entering my last year of high school tomorrow, thanks to my late September birthday. “Do you want to open your presents now?” asked my mother, a huge smile on her face. Birthday’s had always been big for her, but ever since my sister’s sweet sixteen party when she had a mini gang bang in the basement, it just never felt the same, I’m sure. “Sure”, I said, trying to sound excited. Truth is, I wasn’t. My crappy summer was over and I was about to start an even crappier school semester tomorrow. “Alright, here you go Andrew!” my mom said, handing me a large, well decorated box. I ripped the bright green bow …