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Katniss Pov
Staring at the ceiling I sigh, this is all starting to get to much. I don't think I can take this much longer. It's Friday luckily so the last day of work until i get to see Prim again. Rolling on my side I look at the alarm clock, 4:30am. I have to go to work in 30 minutes. Taking a deep breath I try to clear my head and decide to take a shower. Grabbing my dressing gown off the hook on the back of my bedroom door I go into the bathroom and have a shower, simply to save myself time and money.
After toweling myself off I put on my clothes and dressing gown before tying it off and walking outside. I then go downstairs to have breakfast - eggs, bacon and burnt toast - I'm not the best cook but their is no way i'm getting a private one or maid, because it's money wasted and I don't want someone being able to look through my stuff and around my house while I'm out. Then I go back upstairs.
Entering the bathroom again I brush my teeth and go toilet before shrugging off my dressing gown letting it pool at my feet. Next I blow dry my hair and add minimal makeup - a bit of eyeliner and lip gloss - before going back to my room. Once inside I put the dressing gown back on it's hook and open my cupboard in search of a coat. Deciding on a simple yet professional - well in my eyes - white coat, then I go downstairs and put on my shoes.
Checking the clock I notice I have 10 minutes till i need to leave so I decide that if I go to work early maybe i'll finally have time to stop for hot chocolate. Grabbing my phone and keys and some money i put them in my pockets as I walk outside to my light blue car before unlocking it and climbing inside. Then I start the car and put on my seat belt before pulling out of my driveway and going to work.
Pulling off the motorway I pull into a small bakery. Turning off the car I quickly jump out and go inside. Looking at the display cases I decide I could use a good lunch for once, so I go to the counter and see a man who looked around 30. He had a bright smile which made me a bit wary of him - how can someone be that happy working here at almost 5 am - and he had messy blonde hair. Cautiously approaching the man I say, "Hi, can I have a muffin and hot chocolate?".
"Sure, that will be £2.65 please". I nod before reaching in my pocket and counting the correct amount. Then pass it to him, "Thanks", he says while putting it in the register and going round the back. I sigh, hopping this won't take long but am shocked when he comes back seconds later with my order before handing it to me.
"Thanks", I mumble rushing out of the bakery. "Thank you for stopping by", he shouts. I then climb in the car and put my lunch on the passenger seat before speeding out of the place and continuing my route to work.
Pulling up to my gym, I go through the private entrance and turn off the ignition. Then I grab my lunch, climb out of the car and lock it and put my keys in my pocket before walking through the doors. Instantly everyone looks at me and I grow uncomfortable and snap, "What, mind your own business and get back to work". I scowl at everyone who looks at me on my way to my office before hearing a croaky voice say, "Hey, sweetheart, rough day".
"More like rough week", I murmur turning to see Haymitch - one of my closest friends - if you could even call it that - and alcoholic. He's slouched in a chair holding a beer while organizing some folders.
He continues, "You better hurry sweetheart, we've got at least 50 new members this week who all need identification badges". I scowl at him, "Don't tell me how to do my job, you old drunk". He chuckles and ignores my comment so I stalk inside my office and slam the door. As much as I hate to say it Haymitch is my best worker by far but that doesn't mean I like nor trust him.
Putting my lunch on the side of the table, I turn on the laptop, then go over to a cupboard and pull out all of the filled out identity forms. The pile is at least 4 inches thick before sitting down and adding them to the database.
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After 9 hours in that enclosed space i look at how much i've done and by the looks of it, barely a dent, i still have to create all the badges. The pile of forms is still at least an inch thick and my table is covered with 3 empty cups and a cup of water is by my side. Sighing i shove the rest of the forms to the side deciding i'll complete it later and shut my laptop. Pushing away from my desk i do a small stretch and then walk out of my office, past all my workers to the elevator. Pushing the button for the ground level - the main part of my gym, the fitness center - i walk out after the doors slide open and scan the area for something to do, before i spot a girl having trouble working a treadmill. Smirking i stroll over to her and try in my most polite voice, though failing terribly, "Hi, do you need help with that?".
I watch as the girl glances over her shoulder and smiles at me, she has blonde - almost golden - hair and has the look of an innocent child. "Hi, i'm Delly, oh and yes please, i'm new to all this just thought i should try to get a bit active you know?". "Sure", i reply "I'm Miss Everdeen," stretching over to press the buttons to sort out her time and speed. There is no way i'm telling her my first name.
Just before i leave i hear her say, "How did you know how to do that? You don't look like a member". I stop in my tracks, "I umm.. work here and oh look at the time i gotta leave now, stuff to do, places to be", i say checking an imaginary watch. Walking over to help some other members i hear her shout, "Well thank you. It was nice meeting you". I scoff before helping a bunch of teenagers.
After i help everyone i walk back over to the elevator and press the button for the top level. Checking once again in case i missed anyone i scan the equipment as the doors slide shut and the elevator moves upwards. Once at my level the door makes a ping sound while sliding open and i walk out and back to my office.
Once inside is shut the door and eat my lunch in peace thinking back to that bakery. Why would a bakery even exist in the countryside. I quickly clear my head and think about what tomorrow will bring. This is one of the rare Saturday's that i don't have work. Wiping the crumbs off my hands i finish my - surprisingly still - hot chocolate and continue my work.
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Once it reaches 7:30 i've completed all my work and am exhausted. I rub my eyes willing myself to stay awake just for at least another hour before shutting down my laptop and putting the identification badges behind the front desk. I then say bye o the few of my favourite workers and leave. The gym doesn't close till 11pm but normally Haymitch locks up for me.
Strolling to my car i unlock it, climb in and pull away. Driving past the bakery i find myself glance at it and see their is a queue out the front door. Wow.
Finally arriving home i pull into my driveway and tun off the ignition. Then i unlock my seat belt and open the door. Slamming it shut i lock it before unlocking the door to my house. Flicking the light on i walk inside then shrug off my coat. Then i shut the door, and slip my shoes off my aching feet. I then collapse on the couch from my day of work and begin to drift off when...
My stomach grumbles. Seriously. Moaning i drag myself up and slowly walk into the kitchen before cooking a pizza. Putting the pizza on a tray i place it in the oven and shut it. Then i turn the dials and set the timer. While my dinner is cooking i jog upstairs and get changed into my pyjamas and then wipe all the makeup off my face. Hearing the timer i go downstairs and take the pizza out of the oven and begin to eat it because i'm to lazy to cut it up and put it on a plate.
Once i've finished every slice - what i'm hungry, don't judge - i put the tray in the sink and go to my bedroom. Laying down i finally allow myself to lose my eyes and wonder what Saturday will bring. I don't trust her ideas but she normally is right spending most time with the girl. I pull the covers up to my chin.
Yet i can't help but hope tomorrow goes well for once...