I'll carry you home (Everlark)

Chapter 1: First day

Chapter 1

Katniss P.O.V.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

Ugh no.

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

Better drag your tired ass off the bed!

Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Beep-beep!

Fine!

I smash my alarm clock with my hand. Hard.

I sigh and pull the covers off me. I yawn big as I stand up and slowly drag myself to my bathroom.

I turn on the shower and stand under the warm rain to wake up better.

When I'm done I wrap a towel around my naked body and drag my hand onto the mirror. When I can see myself I take a deep breath.

"It's going to be okay Katniss! Just don't make them hate you!" I tell myself.

Oh I'm so nervous.

Suddenly I'm wide awake.

I walk back into my room and start blowing my hair with the hair dryer. When my hair is dry, I can feel how soft it is and smells cocoanut.

I put on my clothes. A pair of black tight skinny jeans and a dark blue blouse. On my feet I have a pair of high heel boots with thick heels. I take my bathroom bag and walk into my bathroom to apply makeup onto my face.

I actually don't like the way I look. I mean I'm not ugly but pretty close. Makeup makes it easier for me to admit I'm not ugly.

I've never really had a boyfriend to call me beautiful or pretty or hot or anything like that. Sure I've been with guys, but they've never really said those things to me. And they've been like one night stands or one week boyfriend. I've never had a long term boyfriend.

I walk back into my room after I'm done with the makeup. I throw it onto my bed and than I take up my comb. I comb through my hair and let it fall in waves over my shoulders. I take my sunglasses and slip them on top of my head.

I take my lip gloss and apply some on my lips as I look into my mirror.

I guess I'm ready.

I take my bag, my phone and my keys before I walk out to the kitchen and take an apple. I eat it quickly before I take a water bottle out of my fridge and take it with me when I leave my apartment.

I press the button to the elevator and wait for it to come.

"Oh Katniss dear", I hear behind me.

I turn around with a smile.

"Oh hello mrs Cotton, how are you?" I ask.

Mrs Marina Cotton is my very sweet neighbor. She's eighty two and has been through a lot during the years she has been alive. Lived during the World War Two. I've had so many coffee times with her and I never get tired of hearing her talk about her amazing love story with her late husband Adam. He died only a year ago. He was a sweet man. They also lost their son and grandchildren, I don't really know how though.

I call mrs Cotton my little cotton candy lady. She's so sweet. She can always bring a smile on my face and she always has good advices to share.

"I have baked you an apple pie, I wanted to come by and give to you today at around five pm", she says.

She's so full of life. She can never sit still. One time I walked in on her standing on her couch to change her curtains. I seriously thought she was going to fall and break her neck.