Living with Jennifer Lawrence

[33:] Girl on Fire

Maddie's P.O.V.

I made a bet with Josh on who would win the Super Bowl, even though I know that he prefers basketball.

I'm glad he lost because I don't have a hundred dollars.

Well, I do, but it's a part of my thousand dollar gift card, and I'd much rather save it for emergencies. And Jason got a gift card worth the same amount.

Who knows if I'll ever need that one day?

And if I'm a hundred dollars richer. . . I'd buy. . .well, I don't know, exactly. There are many things you can buy, but there are also many things you can't buy.

For example, happiness. I used to be the type of person that would hear the saying, "Money can't buy you happiness." and think "Bull shit. You know how many things I can buy if I had a ton of cash? I could buy a jet ski. Have you ever seen a sad person on a jet ski? No."

That's just my opinion.

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Guess what day it is?

And no, it's not Wednesday. So no shouting "Hump Day!" like I do.

It's Saturday!

Not just any Saturday, but the twenty-eighth of February. As I've said before, my birthday is special. Well, me and my brother's, that is. February twenty-ninth. Only comes every four years on a leap year. One more year to go!

Today, me and Jason are turning fifteen! Wow, where has the time gone? It feels like just yesterday I was first adopted.

Now I just feel old.

I don't know why, but being fourteen and going on fifteen is a pretty big deal. It almost feels like my immature self is finally evolving into something more. . .sophisticated.

It made better sense in my head.

So, for our birthdays, we were woken up early, and I laughed at Jason's messy hair and sleepy look.

"Why do I have to wake up so early?" he complained.

"Because, silly. It's your birthday. . .weekend!" Jen beamed. "Since you two have a special birthday and can't always celebrate it, I thought that you'd like to have a birthday weekend."

"Okay," I said. I wouldn't mind an extra gift or two.

"Great, so get dressed." Jen instructed. "Wear something nice, all right?"

"Why?"

"You'll see."

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We went to a park. You know, with slides, swings, monkey bars, the usual, along with picnic tables and lots of green grass that stretches for what seems like miles.

I wore a floral dress with sandals while Jason chose a polo and shorts.

I let my hair down and enjoy the wind on my face.

A party was set up, and I liked the fact that although we were living with celebrities, they still acted like normal people.

I remember a few years ago, I'd look at magazines that'd say, "Oh, look! Celebrities are just like you!" and would think, "No, they're not. Buying ice cream or shopping for clothes is something everyone does. Celebs will never be normal, especially not with millions of dollars in the bank."

But that was my old naïve self, back when I was young.

See? Turning fifteen changes you.

I finally realized that sometimes. . .celebrities can be like you. . .just famous and rich and important and---