A/N: Hey reader, I see you've decided to drop in on my first modern day fanfic. Have no fear! I will not disappoint you! (well, I might, I'm not entirely sure what else you guys read, anyways.)

Just FYI before you get started: This is not rushed, and if at all, it may be a little slow paced, so just bear with me? thanks :D

XO,
-mangobunnies-

Well, that's the last of them.

Now that all the boxes have been cleared out, I have no clue what to do. Prim usually doesn't like me touching her stuff, for whatever reason, and as for my mother... I'm not sure if I can stand be in the same room as her right now.

I plunk myself down on my bed and glance around my very plain room. The walls were painted a purple so pale that it could be called grey, and the wood floor wasn't really anything special to admire, either. My bed was just a bed at the back left corner by an averaged-sized window with blank white sills. I had placed a pale green oval rug next to my bed, which my mother got me, to try and lighten the mood a little, but the room just looks dull as ever. The only thing that sort of stands out from all the blandness is my black leather guitar case, which leans against the end of my bed. I don't really feel like playing it, so I just stare at it, because it's the only thing worth staring at.

So I guess this is what it's like to be completely and utterly bored.

"Katniss? Are you finished yet?" I hear my mother call.

"Yeah," I respond in a tone so lame it could be comparable to my room.

"Why don't you find something to do while Prim and I finish up?"

"Like what," This comes out rougher than I intended it to be, and I hear her sigh from the other room.

"Why don't you go for a walk- get some fresh air before supper?"

"Okay, where's the key?" I holler back.

"In the glass fruit bowl on the counter. Don't be out for more than an hour, but tell me if you are. And take your phone with you-"

"I get it. I'll be back in an hour," I snap at her.

I grab my messenger bag and drop my phone, wallet, and a book in it. Then I snatch the key from the bowl and head out of the new house.

As soon as I get to the intersection at the end of our street, I realize I have absolutely no clue where I'm going. I decide to turn right, and I continue on walking, eventually letting my mind start to wander.

Prim, my mother, and I just moved in from Canada, way the hell out in the west coast. When my mother found out that she got the job in a top hospital somewhere in the US (I still don't know where, but not that I would actually admit that, right?), we immediately packed our things and left. And when I say immediately, I mean it.

We moved out in less than four weeks.

I realized that I didn't really have much to bring, because so much of it would be useless here in the US. So I got rid of most of what I had (mainly by giving it to Prim), and ended up with five pairs of pants, three pairs of shoes, a small variety of shirts/tops, a bookcase of my favourite books, and my father's guitar- just to name a few.
And while Prim's living it up with all the hand-me-downs that I gladly donated to her, I'm starting to wander if I actually might need some of it back.

Before I know it, I've come across an area of stores and shops that has seemed to magically appear out of nowhere. Slipping out of the daydream I had, I walk into a diner called "Lavinia's" and order a chocolate milkshake, which happens to be better than the ones across the border... on the other side of the country. I continue strolling up the road, sipping my milkshake and occasionally gnawing on my straw.

I wonder what school will be like. I'm sure it will be different- Prim now has three more years left before she goes to high school. But I'm just worried about... well, the other kids. In my school. I'm not really sure how to put this, but I just don't want them to think I'm different than them, or start treating me like I'm not a... "regular teenager" just because I'm from Canada. A good part of me doubts this will happen, but there's something bugging me that says they will.

A car horn honks on the road, bringing me out of my second daydream. I look up to see that I'm at Maine Street, where busy shoppers rush around with shopping bags strung on their arms.

As I aimlessly wander down Maine Street, the clothing stores call to me one by one, with the flashing signs and bright, stylish clothes that I would've died for before we moved. Sweets shops stand out with their childish colours contrasting together. When I get to the next intersection, a small, store stands with no customers. The slightly rusty sign says, "District 7 Stationary & Art Supplies", and out of curiosity and boredom, I push open the wooden door and walk in.

"Welcome to District 7's very best Stationary," The girl from behind the counter drones lousily. It's obvious she's dying to get out of here, she's made that clear.

I pace around the store, roaming the shelves filled with packs of paper folders, notebooks, sketchbooks, planners, and art supplies. I spot a shelf of leather bound, rich-coloured journals near the door. I pick out a dark green book and flip through the pages lined in brown. The journal is outlined with small, shimmering gold stitches that make it's appearance more vibrant-

"That one's $15," The girl calls from behind the counter. "But I'll give it to you for 10."

I shut the book and run my hand along the leathery surface once more, then respond to her offer. "Thanks, I'll take it."

"Great, just don't tell a soul I cut you back five bucks, or I'm a dead woman, you hear?" Her voice gradually turns into a hiss, which was a little creepy, but I wasn't just going to let that bother me.

"All loud and proud," I smile, making my way up to the counter to pay. "Hey, do you happen to have any pens?"

"Honey, we're a stationary store. You think we're going to carry pens," the girl reaches over the counter to a plastic container of assorted pens. "Seventy cents each," she adds.

I pick out three- a simple black ballpoint for me, and stainless-steels for my mother and Prim, green and yellow.

"Thank you..." my voice trails off trying to read the girl's name tag. "Johanna," I say finally.

"Nah, just call me Jo. The extra "hanna" at the end is pointless," she waves me off.

"Okay, Jo. Thanks for the stuff," I smile at her and she snorts. "Ha, don't thank me, I did the bear minimum."

"What?" I ask her, confused.

"Nothing, 'cause you weren't listening. Now, if you're not going to buy anything else, then I suggest you-"

"I'm on my way, don't worry," I interrupt her.

"Alrighty then, I guess I'll see you around?"

"At school?"

"Yeah, where else, brainless?"

"Oh, um, yeah, sure... Bye, Jo," I mutter back in the silence of the shop.

"See you later brainless," Jo smiles at the new nickname she's given me, which I'm not particularly fond of.

"My name's Katniss," I say loudly, turning my back on her.

With the journal and pens in my bag, I exit the store and head straight home, knowing that I have about fifteen minutes before my mother starts worrying again. Once I somehow manage to navigate myself back to the house, supper is about to be served. We all eat in silence, and not even Prim wants to break the silence. When we finish, just before they go disappear into their own worlds, I give them the pens. Prim squeals in excitement, and my mother beams proudly, even though they're just pens.

I don't realize how much of a rush I'm in to open my journal until I actually arrive in my room upstairs. I pull out my phone, earbuds, pen, and journal from my bag, put on Paramore, and open the dark green book to the first page. I write the date just because I feel like it, then begin with my first entry.

Dear Diary,...

So how was it? remember to r&r how I did! again, first modern day, might not have been much of a first chapter, but it's something! xo