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I Share My Birthday With My New Friend Forever is the sixth chapter of The Gift of a Best Friend. It was first published on June 7, 2016.

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Jasmine's POV

I was thinking about those two boys that took me away.

After they did, I was scared. I tried to fight my way away from them, like my grandma’s told me to do, but I couldn’t. When they stopped in the woods, they let me go.

I moved away from them, but didn’t run. “What do you want?”

“It’s ok,” one of the boys said. “You don’t have to be afraid. We only want to play.”

“Play?”

“Yes, play.”

“Play what?”

“A game.”

“I like playing games. What game?”

“A new game. Do you want to play it with me?”

I thought about it for a second. “Yes. But why did you take me?”

“That was a part of the game,” the other boy said. “Do you want to know more on how to play?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Ok. Come over here.”

I went toward him.

“Alright. Now lay down on the grass.”

I did that.

“Ok. Now here comes the hard part,” the other boy said.

He came to me, got on his knees, and placed them on either side me.

“I’m going to have to take your pants off. Then I’ll take off mine. But I promise it won’t hurt, ok?”

I nodded. “This is a weird game.”

“Yes, it is.”

He grabbed my pants and started pulling them down. That’s when Annabeth come out of nowhere and hit him with her hammer.

I was really surprised by that and wondered why she did that. Then the other boy grabbed her and she started shaking to break out of his arms. They said they weren’t going to hurt me, but he looked like he was hurting her, and that made me mad. So I tackled him.

I was actually surprised that I was able to knock him over. But when we turned to the other boy, I didn’t think that he would hurt us, and I fought with Annabeth about it. But when he attacked Annabeth, I knew that I was wrong. He did hurt us.

So now I’m mad at myself. I wasn’t going to tell Annabeth, or Mommy and Daddy or anybody else about that. I don’t want them to hate me.

I’m glad Annabeth and I are friends.

After school the next day, she came over and played at my house. But when Komodo appeared next to her out of his invisibility, she screamed.

“Komodo,” I said. “You’re scaring her.”

I hit him on the head. He looked hurt by that.

“Umm, what is that?” Annabeth asked.

“This is Komodo,” I said, wrapping my arms around him. “He’s not going to hurt you.”

I pushed him toward her. She slowly put her hand on his head. He licked her face and she laughed.

I smiled. “Come on. Let’s go play outside.”

We went in the backyard and played on the swings in my backyard. Annabeth and I tried to tell which of us could swing the highest, but I think we went the same height.

“Hey, Annabeth,” I said. “Do you want to see something cool?”

“What?” she asked.

“Follow me.”

I got off my swing and I went to the back of the yard. Annabeth followed.

I could sense an animal nearby. I activated my powers and called him to me. It was a bunny. It hopped over to me and stopped at my feet. I turned deactivated my powers, picked it up, and brought him to Annabeth.

“How did you do that?” she asked.

I told her about my powers and my aura and how I can control and talk to animals. “Cool,” she said.

I nodded. “Do you want to hold it?”

“Sure.”

I gave her the bunny. He squirmed in her arms, but I told him that it was ok and he listened to me.

“Jasmine,” Mommy called for the deck. “Can we talk to you for a moment?”

“Ok,” I called back. “Come on, Annabeth.”

She put down the bunny and we ran to Mommy and Daddy.

“What is it, Mommy?” I asked.

“Do you know that your birthday is in three days?” she asked.

“It is?”

“Yes. And do you know how old you’re turning?”

“Five!”

“Right. And you know that Peter was born two days after you were, right?”

I nodded.

“Ok. So do you want yours and his party to be together like last year?”

“Yes. Can Annabeth come?”

“Ask her.”

I turned to Annabeth. “Annabeth, can you come to my birthday party?”

She looked kind of sad, but she nodded.

“Yay,” I cheered and gave her a hug. “When’s your birthday?”

She looked down at her feet. “Yesterday.”

I stared at her. “Yesterday? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I forgot that it was my birthday.”

“How do you forget your own birthday? Did you have a party?”

“No.”

“Did you get any presents?”

“No.”

“No presents?”

Annabeth looked sad.

She forgot her birthday, got no party, and no presents. But why didn’t she? Wouldn’t her mommy and daddy have told her like mine did? I didn’t like it.

“Mommy, Daddy, can I share my birthday with Annabeth instead of Peter?” I asked.

“Do you want to do that?” Mommy asked.

I nodded. “Yes.”

“No, Jasmine,” Annabeth said. “You don’t have to do that. I don’t want a party.”

“Why not?”

“I just don’t want one.”

“Well, I don’t want a party unless I have it with you.”

“She looks determined,” Daddy said.

“I am,” I said. “I think. Please, Annabeth. Will you share my birthday party with me and make it our birthday party?”

She looked at me and we made eye-contact.

“Only if Magnus can come,” Annabeth said.

“Who’s Magnus?” I asked.

“My cousin. He lives in Boston with his momma, but they’re visiting here. Can he come too?”

“Mommy, Daddy, can Magnus come to our birthday party?”

“Of course he can,” Mommy said.

“Yay!” I cheered, then gave Annabeth a hug. “I’ll get you a present.”

This was going to be the best birthday ever.


Annabeth’s POV

Jasmine wants to celebrate her birthday with me and won’t have one herself unless I celebrate with her.

Wow. That really surprised me.

I had forgotten my own birthday, and Jasmine wanted me to share hers with her. Wow. My dad even forgot about my birthday.

When I got home that day, I told him about Jasmine’s birthday party and how she wanted to share it with me and that she wouldn’t have a party if I didn’t share it with her.

“Why does she want to share her birthday with you?” Dad asked. “Your birthday isn’t even until . . .”

“Yesterday,” I said.

Dad looked confused. He looked at the calendar nailed on the wall next to his desk.

“Oh,” he said and turned back to me. “Annabeth, I’m sorry—”

“No you’re not,” I said.

He was taken aback. “What?”

“You’re not sorry that you forgot my birthday. I know you don’t care about me.”

“But, Annabeth, I do care about you.”

“No you don’t! Stop pretending that you do.”

He looked hurt by that, but I didn’t care.

I left the room and ran to my room. I went toward my window and cried on the windowsill. Rufus came over and licked my face, trying to help me feel better.

Sometime later, I thought I heard someone call my name, but it sounded faint.

I lifted my head and looked out the window. Jasmine was calling up to me from the driveway. She could see me from the window and waved.

She could see me from the window and waved.

“Come outside,” she seemed to be saying.

I shook my head and put my head back down. I didn’t want to talk to Jasmine. But of course, she wouldn’t go away.

“Annabeth, what’s wrong?” she asked, entering my room a couple minutes later.

“How did you get in here?” I asked.

“Your mommy let me in.”

“She’s not my mommy.”

“Who is she?”

“My step-mother.”

“Oh. What’s wrong?” She came over to me and sat down next to me. “Why are you crying?”

I didn’t want to tell her, but I felt like I should. “My dad doesn’t care about.”

“But he’s your daddy,” Jasmine said. “All daddy’s care about their daughters.”

“I’m guessing your daddy cares about you?”

She nodded. “Yes. He’s always protected and saved me.”

“Well, not mine. He forgot my birthday.”

“So did I, but I care about you.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“It just is.”

“I don’t think so.”

“I do.”

I started crying again. Jasmine gave me a hug. Why does she keep hugging me?

“I care about you,” she said.

“I know you do.”


Three days later, it was Jasmine’s birthday party, and mine too.

We were celebrating at her grandparents’ house and her whole family was there. Magnus was able to come too, and his momma. We met Jasmine’s dad’s family, the Saturdays, and all her aunts and uncles, even her great-uncles and great-aunt.

I brought Rufus with me because Jasmine told me to, and he was mostly playing with her pet wolf, Shillow. He was really having fun.

Jasmine, Peter, Magnus, Emily, and I played in their pool, and dried off jumping on the trampoline. Then we went inside and played.

The inside of the house was so much bigger than it should’ve been. Each room was at least twice its normal size. They even had an underground passage with a lot of bedrooms with a lot of bathrooms; a movie room; a video game room; an arena; a basketball court; an indoor pool; a roller rink; even a music room.

Apparently, Jasmine’s mom, Sarah, is a famous singer and she writes and records all of her songs in here.

The five of us went to play on the roller rink. I fell down a lot, but Jasmine did too, and she helped me get back up every time.

After being down there for a while we went back upstairs.

“Come here, Annabeth,” Jasmine said. “I want to give you my present.”

“Ok,” I said.

My present was at her house, so her mom took us there and Jasmine led me to her room. She went into her closet and pulled out two dresses: a pink one and a blue one.

She handed me the blue one. “I think you’ll look pretty in this.”

I took it. “Oh. Thank you.”

I put it down on her bed, then turned back to Jasmine.

“Are you going to put it on?” she asked.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because it’s our birthday, and I’m going to put on mine.”

“Oh.”

“You hate it.”

“No. I like it. I just don’t like dresses.”

“Why?”

“They’re silly.”

“No they’re not.”

“Yes they are.”

Jasmine looked like she was going to try. “So you think I’m silly?”

“No, I don’t,” I said. “Yes, you do if you think dresses are silly, and since I like them, that makes me silly too.”

She started crying now and ran out of the room.

Great. I made Jasmine cry on her birthday. I’m pretty sure that that’s not what you do to your friend. I stared at the dress on the bed for a long time. Why do girls like them so much?

I don’t know how much time passed before I heard a knock on the bedroom door.

“Hey, can I come in?” It was Jasmine’s grandma, Raylee.

“Sure,” I said.

She entered the room. “Jasmine told me that you didn’t like your present.”

“But I do like it,” I argued.

“But didn’t you say it was silly and didn’t want to put it on because of that?”

I looked down. “Yes. But I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“I know you didn’t. Annabeth, when I was a kid, I don’t recall ever having any kind of party for my birthday.”

“Why?” I asked.

Raylee shrugged. “I wasn’t a party-type person then or now. But my friends never threw me a birthday party. Mostly because I didn’t have any friends.”

“Why?”

“Well, I was homeschooled my whole life and most of the kids in my neighborhood didn’t like me. And any friend I did make wasn’t my friend for long. So, yeah, I was lonely. But you have a friend who cares about you, and she’s more than willing to share her birthday with you since yours was forgotten, and she’s barely known you a week. It’s only for today, even though there’ll probably be more days to come. Don’t let her down.”

I took her words to heart. I looked at the blue dress lying on the bed.

“You’re right,” I said. “Can I be alone so I can change?”

Raylee smiled. “Of course.”

And she left the room.


I put the blue dress on and went to find Jasmine. She was in the living room, sitting on the couch with her arms crossed.

“Jasmine,” I called to her from the end of the hallway.

When she saw me, she got a big smile on her face.

She ran to me and gave me a hug. “You do look pretty in that dress.”

“Thank you. And thank you for it as my present.”

“You’re welcome. Now let me go put on mine.”

“Ok.”

After Jasmine put on her dress, her mom got us real tiaras to wear on our heads, so we looked like princesses. I looked at us both in a mirror and we did look pretty. Jasmine’s family also thought that we looked pretty when we returned to them at her grandparents’ house. I’ll admit: I liked the comments.

They played some music, and Jasmine danced to the fast songs. She tried to make me dance with her, but she’s gotten me to do enough things that I didn’t want to do at first for today. So I sat on a chair on the deck and watched her dance.

Magnus came over and sat down on a chair next to me.

“I never thought I’d see you in a dress,” he said.

“I know,” I agreed. “But I kind of like it.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say that either.”

I laughed.

“I thought you didn’t like her,” Magnus said.

“I didn’t. But she likes me, and I’m starting to like her too.”

“She is weird. She keeps trying to hug me. I don’t like it.”

I laughed. He doesn’t like people touching him, except maybe his mom, and sometimes me. “I think you have to get used to it. She does it a lot.”

“I don’t want to get used to it.”

I laughed again.

We watched as Jasmine’s mom danced with her, then her dad joined them and picked her up and swung her around. She was laughing and smiling, obviously liking it.

“At least she knows her mom and dad, and they’re both here with her. Not one or the other,” Magnus said.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

Not only did I not know my mom or who she was, but Magnus didn’t know his dad either.

Everyone sang Happy Birthday to me and Jasmine, the cake having both of our names on it. We blew out the candles together and we ate it along with vanilla ice cream.

“Thank you for sharing your birthday with me,” I told Jasmine after we finished our cake.

“My birthday is now your birthday,” she replied. “And there’s no one else I’d want to share it with than you.”

I smiled, and this time, I gave her a hug. This really was the best birthday ever. And it, surprisingly, got even better.

After the party ended, I went home. Dad was waiting for me.

“How was the party?” he asked me.

“Good,” I replied. “Jasmine gave me this dress.”

“You look beautiful in it.”

I blushed. “Thank you.”

Dad was being nervous, I could tell. But why?

“Hey, umm, I have a surprise for you,” he said after a moment’s hesitation.

“A surprise?” I asked.

He nodded. “It’s in the garage. Follow me.”

Dad led me into the garage and walked over to the left side of it to something that was covered under a blanket. He lifted the blanket off and I couldn’t believe what was under it.

A pink bike!

“It’s your birthday present,” Dad said. “Your late birthday present. I know it won’t make up for me forgetting your birthday, but—”

“I love it!” I said, interrupting him with a hug. “Thank you, Daddy.”

He smiled. “You’re welcome, Annabeth. Do you really love it?”

“Well, I hate that it’s pink, but I do love it.”

“I’m glad you do.”

“Me too.”

Wow. I really can’t believe it! Wow.

This is officially the best birthday ever.


Aww. Wasn't that cute? That bit at the end with Annabeth and her dad, I wanted to create some cute moments for them, even if they don't last long. What did you think about it? Also, there's a mistake in this story. At least, it differs from the series. Of course, it's about Annabeth. Can you guys figure out what it is?

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  • Jasmine shares her birthday with Annabeth.
  • Annabeth's dad gives her a pink bike.

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