I was ready.
We had been planning this for weeks. My friend, Kristy, had turned seventeen
on the first of October. It was now the twenty-first and, although late, we were
having a surprise birthday party for her.
This would truly surprise her: a birthday party, twenty
days after the fact. My friend, Megan, and I had it all planned: where we would
have it, who we would invite, what we would bring, and who would bring it.
It was going
to be awesome. Not only was Kristy going to be excited, but so was I. I had never planned a surprise party before. I didn’t
know what to expect. Would she be surprised, or did someone let the secret “slip”? How would she react? Would this be the
best party ever, or would it be a complete “flop”?
Not only was this a first for me, it was also my seventeenth birthday. This would be my best birthday ever. I could spend time with a group of my friends, get very few presents, and not have
to worry about being the center of attention.
Megan was going to pick me up at my house at 3:50. We would then go to the church to begin setting up.
Kristy was to arrive there at 5:00. It was now 4:15 and Megan was late
as usual. She arrived a couple minutes later and apologized for being late. She had stopped by the store and then by the church to tell those who were waiting
that we were still coming, but we would be a little later than expected.
We pulled up into the church parking lot and parked
in our designated, “senior citizens only,” parking spot. We were,
after all, seniors. While Megan grabbed the food, exited the car, and walked
inside, I picked up my game and Kristy’s card, and then followed Megan.
We walked through the church, to the back, toward the
room where we were to have the party. I stepped into the room and saw Kristy.
“Surprise!” everyone shouted at once.
I kept walking.
I set the game and card down on the counter and turned around. Could this really be for me? We had it all planned. What about Kristy? I glanced around the room, searching
for proof that this really was all for me. Looking to the right, I spotted a
frog-shaped cake surrounded by presents. To the left were streamers forming the
words, “Happy Birthday, Katie”. I
guess it is for me! In front of the cake was another sign which read, “Happy
17th Birthday, Katie! We love you!“ and was signed by everyone
In short, I had spent three weeks helping to plan my
own surprise birthday party. That day I was reminded that I have completely awesome
friends whom will never seize to amaze me. I learned that even when you think
you have life all planned out, it will still throw you curves.