Miss Sweet Tea?
                                                         *Prologue*
             
             I rolled out of bed on a cloudy Sunday morning, hoping my mom would forget what today is. I tumbled down the stairs, more asleep then not, and walk into the kitchen to see my mom sitting at our small breakfast table with a huge smile spread across her face.

“You know what today is!” My mother exclaimed, in a voice much too loud for this early in the morning.

“I was hoping you forgot.” I moaned.

“How could I, silly! It’s just the most important day in your life! The Sweet Tea Pageant! Oh, darling, I’m so excited!” My mom squealed.

All my life, my mother has been waiting until the day I could compete in this pageant. She was “Miss Sweet Tea” when she was my age, and all she wants is for me to follow in her footsteps. All year we have been practicing, preparing for something I don’t even want to do. But once my mom gets an idea, she is impossible to stop. And since my birth, it was decided I was to win this pageant. So basically, my whole life was based around an event. Not even an event. A pageant. And my fate was going to be sealed in less than twelve hours. Great.