My 6th Birthday!

[mm3]

Chapter One - Saturday!

I woke to the smallest bit of sunlight peeking through my window.

Saturdays were my favorite day of the week. I could wake up as early as I wanted, stay in my pajamas until lunch time, and watch TV until mom finally pried my from the floor to the kitchen to have me pick out what I wanted for lunch.

Today wasn’t just any Saturday, it was my 6th birthday. Not only was it my 6th birthday, but it was the first ever birthday that I’ve had on a Saturday. That meant no school to get in the way, no distractions. I leaped from my bed and bursted through my mom’s bedroom. She must’ve assumed this was going to happen, right? I literally climbed up the high King size bed and started jumping saying “Wake up, mommy, it’s my birthday!!”

She let out a bit of a chuckle as she stretched from her apparent interrupted sleep. I pulled the covers off of her, which made me fall down flat on my face on her mattress. She sighed and laughed kinda at the same time, and reached over towards me.

“I guess you could get yourself dressed, today, huh?” She said, in a lazily tone acting as though she didn’t feel like getting out of bed just yet.

My heart stopped. Me… change my… diaper? Heck, I might’ve been six, but I still couldn’t get my pajamas on nor off, and I still wore diapers. I wore them because I usually wet the bed nearly every night and every so often I’d have an accident during the day time. Mommy did take me to my doctor about a year and a half back, and he said that I’d potentially outgrow it in a few years or so. He gave my mom a piece of paper that he said was some of the ‘lucky stuff’ that a few other people he knew tried and seemed to work great.

Ever since, I’ve been in and out of the dreaded things. She had a rule that if I went a full 3 days without having a daytime accident, I could wear my regular underwear during the day, lasting as long as the streak did. That’s only happened once, so far.

I was in shock when she told me to get myself dressed. I leaped up and jumped off the bed. I said in a loud voice as I rushed towards the door, “Okay!!”
I slowed my pace down to a screeching halt as I almost reached the door. I turned back and asked in a cold, soft voice, “Can… can I wear my underwear today?”

Mom straightened herself out as she sat up and rotated to put her feet on the floor. She sighed, and turned to me.

“You think you won’t have an accident today?” She asked in her wanting-a-promise tone.

“Yes!! I promise!!! I swear I won’t!” I leaped.

“Well… alright, go, shoo, get yourself dressed then.”

I stormed out of the room and rushed back down the hall to my room where I tripped on the hardwood floor, with a loud thump. I heard mommy from down the hall, saying, “You alright, hon?”

I got up and rolled my eyes. “Yes, mom…” I replied back.

I walked to my room from there. I slammed the door shut and tried to unzip my pajamas. I could never do it right. Once again, the zipper stuck. I called for mommy, and she came in few seconds later.
She chuckled and sighed.

“Six years old now, and still can’t get that darned thing off, can you?”

I blushed and said “Yeah, yeah, c’mon mommy, just help me get it off!”

She did her magic and got the zipper all the way down.

“Think you can take it from here?” She asked in a sarcastic tone.

“Yeah… thanks” I said, sticking my tongue out, as she left the room and went into the bathroom.

Cold, now only wearing my heavy diaper, I shut the door again and went over to my dresser. I pulled out a pair of socks, a tee-shirt, a pair of sweatpants, and my prize, a pair of my favorite underwear with the screeching race car tires on them.

I went over to my bed and threw my clothes over Rover (my favorite puppy plushie) and sat down. I sat there, confused, wondering how to take this heavy contraption off of my body. It took me a good 5 minutes, but I finally got it off. I wiped myself a little bit with the cleaning wipes next to my lay-on dresser, as I liked to call it. I rushed back over to my bed and grabbed my underwear. I pulled them up proudly on my waist as I grabbed my other clothing. I put my socks on, then my shirt, and lastly my sweatpants, savoring the light feeling on my waist.

Fully dressed, mom walked in. Perfect timing. She ruffled my hair and said to come downstairs to have some breakfast.

“It’s your birthday, kiddo, so what do you want for breakfast, this morning?” She asked.

Of course I relied “Frosted Flakes.”

She put the bowl in front of me and I grabbed the spoon and forked it down. It was almost 10AM, almost time for everyone to come over.

After I was done with breakfast, I rushed upstairs to waste some time playing my new game, Tony Hawk’s Project 8. It was an early birthday present that daddy gave me before he went away to his Army camp some place where it’s dark where it’s morning here… It’s too confusing, but it just must be far away. Mommy said that when he gets back that I can spend the whole week at his house over school vacation.

I wasn’t upset that daddy wouldn’t be here for my birthday, because me and him already had our birthday fun before he left. He gave me Rover’s little brother, Fetch, and my new video game the night before he had to get up really early in the morning, when it was still dark out, when he left to that really far away place.

Now it’s 12PM, and I just finished another level on my video game. Perfect timing!

I rushed down the stairs to find mommy. She was in the living room watching TV and on the phone with Aunt Shane. As she and mom exchanged laughs over the phone I tried to get her attention to tell Aunt Shane and Aunt Corrine to come over with my cousins; Dustin, Ryan, Kelsi, and Tommy.

Everyone was supposed to be over for cake and everything in just an hour and a half.

[mm3]

Let me know how chapter one was

[Chromos]

I saw some spelling/grammar mistakes, but good story so far!

[HypnoToad]

ditto.

[genbaby]

Pretty good some mistakes but good.

[mm3]

Help me point out mistakes, please?

[cpndl]

Originally Posted by mm3

Chapter One - Saturday!



pried my from the floor to the kitchen to have me pick out what I wanted for




bed and bursted through my mom’s bedroom. She must’ve assumed this was




“I guess you could get yourself dressed, today, huh?” She said, in a lazily tone acting as though she didn’t feel like

You asked, so spelling or grammar problems in red. Good start otherwise. I can remember myself at 9 acting like that sometimes.

cpndl

[Jag]

I like it. You have a good premise so far.

[Kenshin Himura]

Not bad, needs alittle work but good start.

[mm3]

Chapter Two – Can we eat yet?(a little shorter chapter, but I had to get it out...weekday )

Aunt Corrine got here first with Kelsi and Tommy. Kelsi was 3 years old and Tommy was 5. Tommy brought over his new PSP he just got. Me and him took turns playing on it while Kelsi stayed with Aunt Corrine.

I went over to my mom, and asked when everyone else was going to get here. Tommy sat on the sofa playing his game and Kelsi was on the floor watching TV. Mommy and Aunt Corrine we’re catching up on things and talking about stuff that I couldn’t see anyone would find as interesting.

I asked again, “When is everyone else coming over?” I’d gotten really anxious. My friends Mike and Danny we’re supposed to be coming over a little bit after everyone else did. Mike had a doctor’s appointment and Danny’s mom worked.

Finally, Aunt Shane arrived with Dustin and Ryan. Dustin is 6, like me. He’s almost 4 months older than me. Ryan is 8, he just had his birthday a week ago. Dustin has a wetting problem like me, except he only wets at night when he’s asleep. He doesn’t have to wear the same kind of diapers I do, just these special ones designed for night time use only. Dustin is the only one who knows about my problem, and I am the only one who knows of his.

It was 1:30, and I was dying for cake. I kept bugging mom about it, but she just kept shooing me away telling me to wait for Mike and Danny. She was too into chatting with my aunts. So, Dustin, Ryan, Tommy, and me all went upstairs to play video games. We left Kelsi on the couch, she looked sleepy from the long car ride out here. Sure enough, as we headed upstairs she fell asleep anyway.

As we all chased each other up the stairs, Ryan tripped and fell backwards on Dustin. Dustin started crying as Ryan stumbled to his feet. Aunt Corri ran over to Dustin and picked him up. He calmed down, and she told me and Ryan to stop rough housing and to go upstairs and play video games. She took Dustin by his hand and led him towards the kitchen.

“Come on Dustin, let’s get you cleaned up.” She told him. It looked like he hit his arm pretty hard on the banister.

It didn’t make sense, Get cleaned up doesn’t add up to rough housing. That really could only mean on thing.

I got Ryan set up to play my video game on my TV and he started playing. I told him I’d be right back, and I headed out the door and down the stairs. I headed toward the kitchen and found Aunt Shane and Mommy still talking about whatever was on the news. I walked by and asked where Dustin and Aunt Corri was, and mom told be they’d be right in. So, out of curiosity, I headed towards the downstairs bathroom. They weren’t in there, so I checked the guest bedroom. Dustin was just coming out of the room, and Aunt Corri was putting away a bunch of clothes in a duffle bag.

“You okay?” I asked Dustin.
“Yeah I’m fine, I guess. I hurt my arm though.” He said back.

I walked away to go upstairs, making a motion for him to follow. When we got to my room, Ryan asked of Dustin was okay, and Dustin nodded.

Mom came up a few seconds later. She asked if Dustin was alright, and she said she would bring up snacks for us. She left, shutting the door behind her.
I grabbed a controller.

“Can I play?” Dustin asked.
“Sure.” I said back.

I handed Dustin the controller.
“How do I play?” He asked.

“Okay, well… X is to move, Y is to jump, the L and R buttons are to do a bunch of different things… Oh, and press B to get off.” I told him.
“Alright… ready to get whooped, Ryan?!” He asked.
“You know it.” Ryan said back.
"I play next!" Tommy made clear.

Mom came back up with the snacks. She brought up some chips and cookies, and gave each of us a juice box.
“Danny’s almost here, bud.” She said.
“Cool, finally!” I said in joy. I couldn’t wait for cake and to show him my new games.

I could smell the cake baking in the oven.

“What kind did you make me, mom?” I asked her.
“You’ll see soon enough!” She replied.

I heard the door open and slam. My heart jumped.

“Looks like grandma’s here.” Mom said as she walked out the door.

I followed her to greet grandma.
“Grandma!” I said, as I rushed over and hugged her.
“Oh, there you are, Leon! Happy Birthday!” She said as she handed me a big, heavy, wrapped gift.
“Thanks grandma…” I said, eager about the gift but angry about her saying me name. I hated my name, no one ever called me it.
Mom quickly snatched the present from my hands.
“No gifts until we have cake!” She told the both of us.
“Haha, I don’t think Le- you- can wait, can you?” Grandma said, rubbing it in.

“Whoops, cake is done.” She said to herself. She yelled towards the kitchen; “Corri, can you get the cake from the oven please?”
I smelled Chocolate, Vanilla, and Banana. Mom was making all my favorites!