[ WP ] When everyone turns 18 , they receive a pet which is figurative of their personality . You 're the first person to receive a dragon ...

It ’ s all anyone can talk about this year. You turn 18, and boom your aenimal appears. I had a lot of questions about this for my older brothers when it was first explained to me. I wanted to know the logistics of the whole thing. Does it just appear? Like fucking Santa Claus in your living room on Christmas day? 
 
 Let me tell you that old bastard made me shit my pants the first time I stayed up to see if they were lying to me or not. Here I was thinking there ’ s no way some fat old guy was just going to appear in the living room with presents for everyone. I was for sure it was just gon na be my parents stumbling down the stairs, loaded up with boxes. Nope, strike of midnight, I ’ m hiding under the couch like a boss, all ready to scare my parents and he shows up. Thank god he brought me new underwear in that giant red sack he came with. 
 
 Anyways, like I said, I was curious. But holy shit, I ’ m not curious enough to talk about it for the entire year. Part of this is the fact that my birthday isn ’ t until July. That means I have to sit through the entire year, watching everyone show up with their fancy fucking animals, and I ’ m over here praying to every deity I know that I don ’ t get a gnat or a bee. Seriously, I ’ m terrified of bees. Rachel that sits next to me in algebra got a unicorn. A God. Damned. Unicorn. They say that your animal represents you. I ’ m gon na call bullshit on that one, because Rachel from algebra is a vapid ditz who ’ d lose her tits if they weren ’ t attached to her chest. Then again, maybe a unicorn is perfect for her, since they ’ re supposed to, oh I don ’ t know, not be fucking real and no one knows shit about them. 
 
 They say it ’ s bad luck to guess at what your aenimal will be. My best friend Tim loses his shit every time I start trying to guess what ours will be. “ Seriously, quit it, you ’ re gon na end up with a bee if you don ’ t stop poking at the rules. It ’ ll happen when it happens. ” He got a lynx by the way, born in January, the prick. Named it Obie, and every time it looks at me, I swear it ’ s trying to figure out the best way to eat me. Only let me pet it twice. I swear to god I better not end up with a bee. 
 
 Today ’ s my day. Born at 2:12 PM. My parents went all out for it, pool party and grill with a bunch of kids from my grade and their parents invited over. I ’ ve been trying to act like it ’ s no big deal, but inside I ’ m a fucking wreck. Rachel from algebra is here with her damn unicorn. She rode it over from her place down the street. I ’ m surprised my eyeballs didn ’ t fall out of their sockets for as hard as I rolled them when she showed up. 
 
 When it happens, I ’ m not ready for it. I was so busy trying to act like I didn ’ t care, that I forgot to pay attention to the time. once second I ’ m about to jump in the pool and the next, I ’ m word vomiting a name that I ’ ve never heard before and hitting the water as he pops into existence about me. Soon as I resurface it ’ s like you could hear a pin drop. Everyone is just looking above me at what I ’ m assuming is my aenimal. Jesus it ’ s flying, I got a damn bee. However I realize there ’ s a shadow where there should n't be any shade and as I look up, there ’ s a mother fucking dragon looking down at me, lazily flapping it ’ s wings. Best. 18th. Birthday. Ever. 
 
 Bonus points, later in the party Jormungandr ( it ’ s a fucking dragon, what was I supposed to call him, Sal? ) ended up breathing fire and setting Rachels unicorns mane on fire. I knew at that moment we were meant to be.
