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July 13th, 2017
Dear Diary,
Hi.
My name is Karra Frederick. During my life, I have tried writing and keeping several diaries. They almost always fail. I tend to want to start them when either something important is happening, or it's the beginning of something. Today qualifies as both.
I turned 18 today. This means I am now a full fledged adult. However, it also means that I went to the doctor this morning. The office was not incredibly crowded, but there were a few others in the waiting room. They had all turned 18 today as well. It's weird thinking there's people that share your birthday. I always thought of birthdays as such a private thing…
My mom waited in the waiting room when my name was called. She wanted to come in, but I was an adult now so I told her to stay. The office was no different than any other doctors office I’ve been in before. Their was a computer desk, a chair in the corner, and a raised platform with paper on it. The nurse made me stand on a scale and get my height measured. I was 5’8” and weighed 149 pounds. The Nurse said it was perfectly average for my height.
After the Nurse left, I sat on the paper covered bed and played on my phone. My heart was beating like crazy, so I was reading a silly comic to take my mind off it. The doctor came in, she was a very nice woman, a bit old. She set me up and took some of my blood. I’m not a big fan of needles, it was pretty gross. There had been a point where i wanted to be a veterinarian, but I could never deal with someone's life being in my hands.
I got to go home after the doctor took my blood. She had said that I would get the results back in a week, and that if I noticed any obvious changes before then, to not freak out. Mom took me out for ice cream afterwards, partially because it was my birthday, partially because we were both nervous wrecks. I got Vanilla, it's classic.
When I got home, Rosie was there. Rosie is my best friend. SHe turned 18 three weeks ago, she’s an Alpha. I will admit I was pretty surprised, we both were. She had always been such a good girl, not that she wasn’t anymore. But she had changed, just a little. I’m pretty sure she had already grown a whole inch.
We didn’t talk about my visit to the doctors, there was no point in it. We just laughed and goofed off together. We watched a marathon of dumb cartoons and played board games all night. She slept over, me on my bed and her in a sleeping bag. As we were falling asleep, I thought about telling her how scarred I was. I just wished I was a beta, that way nothing would change.