It was her twenty-first birthday. Her friends had driven her to her favorite place, the small library on 8th street. It should have been closed, but her friends had pulled a few strings, and when she arrived she was delighted to see an ill-lit nook filled with books and a birthday cake. Only a few of her closest friends and her family were there. “Aww, thank you guys!” She said, plopping herself down and cracking open The Time Traveler's Wife. One of her friends set a plate with vanilla ice cream and lemon cake on her lap. This birthday party that would seem boring to most was exactly what she had wanted for the big “two-one”. She was happier than she had been in quite a while, being a stressed out second-year medical student. For a sweet
