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[[ Chapter two out of my three chapter goal. This is mostly filler. Wish me luck! ]]

[[ Adding more to this in the morning. Apologies if it seems rushed. ]]

     The alarm clock beeps loudly, a frustrated groan escaping your chapped lips. You stretch your hand unconsciously, hitting the 'off' button. You groan once more, sitting up from your slumber. You grab onto your head, having given yourself a head rush from moving too quickly. You collect yourself, looking at the time.

                   7:45

     YOU HAVE WORK TODAY 

     You glare at the reminder on the clock. You don't hate your job, it's just that you hated working on Sundays. Mostly because there were almost never people there on Sunday. It was pretty boring, you had almost been caught sleeping on the job twice. Your close friend ran the small Cafe Plage, which apparently meant Beach in French. Who knew?

     You groggily walk downstairs, deciding to get ready at the last minute as you usually do. You fix yourself some coffee, gently sipping at the warm liquid. You were still halfway in dreamland, your mind wandering constantly. Eventually though, the coffee had done its job and woke you up. You finished the drink, setting it in the sink. You'd have to do the dishes when you get home.

    You walk upstairs, shutting yourself in the bathroom. You turn on the shower, getting it to an acceptable temperature. You strip, sliding into the warm water. It straightens out your hair, the water feeling wonderful on your aching back. You finish up as quickly as you can, your hair and body washed. You turn off the water, stepping out of the shower.

     You quickly tip-toe into into the hallway, getting as little water on the floor as possibly. You slide into your room, shutting the door behind you. You dry yourself off, getting changed into your work uniform. Your uniform was a vertical striped yellow-and-blue shirt, with a pair of normal black pants. You wore a pair of old blue tennis shoes, along with stuffing the shirt into the pants. You looked cute in the outfit, unlike most other employees. 

     You grab your work bag, grabbing a granola bar on your way out. You slide into your car, and drive off. You look around the area around you, the road pretty dang clear. You weren't surprised, due to the fact those that weren't at church were sleeping in. Wish you were one of the latter right now. You drive up to your work, parking in front of a space with an 'employees only' sign. You get out, shutting the door to your van and locking it. You stuff the keys in your backpack, sliding into the front door. 

      You meet the face of your friend, [F/N]. She's giving you a weird look, her eyebrow raised. You look at yourself, seeing your uniform. " Okay so, my uniform isn't dirty. What's the look for, then? " you send a playful glare to her. She coughs into her hand. " I didn't think you'd not noticed You know, being early and all... " 

      Finally, you look to the clock. 8:30. You give a wowed look to the ticking clock, as if it had just grown legs and popped off the wall. You had come 15 minutes before your shift, which was unnatural for you. Usually you'd be beyond late. This was fantastic for [F/N], while you just thought of how you had to work more for nothing. You sigh, getting to work on setting up the tables.

     Hopefully, today won't be too boring.

[[ Sorry if there are any typos. I am in a rush to get all my homework done! 

As you can see, this is a three parter. This is the start of the Homeworld mini plot, which you would know about if you had read the author notes. This is just filler for now, but the next chapter helps things get interesting. 

G'night! ]]