My name is Dawn Everdeen and I live in Memphis, Tennessee.I have a brother, Adam, sister, Lianna, and my mom and dad. Life has never really been that hard for me but it seems that all my friends had the worst childhood's. They always told me I "didn't understand" and I had "no idea what difficulty feels like." That isn't true though. Just because I didn't have a scaring childhood doesn't mean I don't understand hardship. Well I don't want to miss the bus again and have mon scream at me...again. I closed my journal and sighed, another day of all work and no play. Having honors classes in high school sucks. My mom expects straight A's out of me so that means no boys, parties, or social life. Just perfect. It's really beautiful outside and since I live in Tennessee the late spring gets extremely hot an the dress code is aloud to be broken, within moderation. I pull on my lacy denim short- shorts, slip on white sandals and pull a peach, flowey button down collared shirt over my white tank top. My long, dirty blonde hair always looks like it's fresh from the curling iron so I leave it be and just tug down on the shorter ones in the front. I put a little bit of eyeliner and mascara on my sapphire eyes to make them stand out against my tan complexion. I put the mascara down and look at the finished product, gorgeous. I had to be. I forgot, it was the last day of senior year and I wanted ever so badly to be invited to at least one party.
I run downstairs to get a muffin from the cabinet as always and a bottle of water. I kiss my mom and dad goodbye and walk to the end of my street to the bus stop. My friend Mercedes was standing there at the bus stop like she always is every morning but this time she stood there with her mouth wide open. "I hate you. Why are you so pretty?" She laughed and closed her mouth. "Dawn look at you, no guy will able to resist at least one glance at you. You'll be the hottest one at the party you go to." "I don't even know if I'm going, I'm not good at parties and I haven't danced in forever." I pleaded. "Oh shut up you're one of the prettiest girls in school" and gave me one of those Mercedes smirks. Before I was aloud to give her an answer the bus came roaring up the street and picked me and Mercedes up. I sat down next to her in a 3-seater and looked at my phone. It was only 7:00 a.m. and I was already debating with myself wether or not to go a party.
