the lieutenant and his commander [Marr]

Rolling out of bed, I’d try to fight the moans and groans my body lets out, as it is reluctant to vacate the heavenly comfort. A day spent tucked under covers a day well wasted although it is too comfy to resist. Flopping one arm out of the side of the bed, I’d slowly drag my body away from the mattress. Landing onto the floor, I’d get up onto my feet, heading to the window. Drawing back the curtains, the sun light would pour in, attacking my eyes. Squinting menacingly, I’d try to adjust my eyes to the new light. Glaring at the sunlight helps my mind kick into gear, the heat from the sun powers my body, it is free energy for me.

Glancing to the empty bed in his room, my brother is already out, down the pit. I don’t understand how someone could possibly burrow underground on a day like this. We need to relish the drag ends of summer, soon it will be winter and that is the time for us to all tuck away in the warmth. Summer is my preferred season of course; the days are longer and well spent.

Pulling on clothes which are thrown on the ground, I’d try to do something with my appearance. My hair is too short to comb and my clothes are all well-worn, there is nothing I can do sprite up my looks. Dragging myself down the stairs, I’d realise that the house is empty, which is a usual norm for me. I hate the work here; District Twelve offers nothing for me that I am good or interested in. Most of the bosses are all corrupt and I’d rather not work under a dictating arsehole. My family have to make up for my lack of work, working longer hours, the hours I should work. I feel bad about it but I want to be happy, I have been depressed for too long and I feel this is the right time for me to live a little. I am only seventeen and there is still the possibility of me being dragged into the arena, I’d rather not waste the time I have, picking away at coal underground.

Entering the kitchen, I’d realise that my mother has left out breakfast for me, a bread roll and an apple. I do love my mother and I know she loves me to. She doesn’t push me into work, she understands where I am coming for; it is just my brother. Ever since I packed in my work, he has hated me for it. He doesn’t understand, he didn’t love father as much as I.

Scoffing away the food, I’d throw the apple core into the disposal and commence on exiting the house. Despite never working, I always have plans. I didn’t intend to quit work and lay about the house that is just wasting more hours in my life. I do get the odd errand now and then which helps me pocket some money but it doesn’t make up for the wage I could’ve earned down the pit.

Today I am meeting up with my friends, my crew. I have no clue what we’re doing but Wendall has some plans. Wendall is an authority figure that I admire, he stand for no shit and he is like me; he hates someone bossing them about. Despite Wendall being considered as the “leader” of our crew, he is the only person I will happily follow.

Approaching our meet up spot, I’d realise that I am probably running late, the comfort of my bed usually helps with that…quite regularly. Raising my hand in the air, I’d greet Wendall, announcing that I am here. ”Hey mate. Sorry am late…I just ran into some plans while I was getting here.” All lies although I know Wendall is likely to pick up on that, we’ve known each other for too long.