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movie. She sat back and watched her mind wandering a bit to what tomorrow would bring.
     
    Mia got out of bed the next morning at five am. She stumbled into the bathing chamber to shower. She needed to wake up. She really wasn’t a morning person.
    “Computer, turn on shower preset four please.” She said as she brushed her teeth. She eyeballed the mirror seeing her tired eyes and her frizzy hair. Sighing she climbed into the perfectly adjusted shower. This was another guilty pleasure she had to admit. She loved that the shower warmed to exactly the right temperature when commanded.
    She let the water fall over her face as she washed her hair. She wanted to make a good impression today. She needed to on her first day as shift supervisor. Mia finished washing her hair and got out of the stall. She glared at the dryer. Should she use it or just braid her hair? She wondered. She didn’t like the dryer because it always made her hair frizzier than it already was. Her red hair hung to her waist in long wavy locks. The dryer, which attached to your head and dried your hair in about a minute, only had three settings. They all made her wavy hair frizz. It was hard to believe that even with the technology they had that they couldn’t make it not frizz wavy hair.
    Deciding to braid it she quickly did so then pulled on her uniform. It was a dark brown skirt that hung to her feet and a white button up blouse. She topped the outfit with her light work boots and she was ready for her first day. Checking out her reflection she smiled grimly. She was ready, and hopefully she didn’t get caught transferring food to the rebels. She really didn’t want to die so young, but she truly believed that what they were doing to prevent the Slum’s form getting enough food was wrong. She couldn’t stand by and do nothing. It wasn’t who she was. Exiting her room she walked into the kitchen to grab something to eat and her coffee.
    Her mother sat at the table, and looked up with a smile as she entered.
    “First day! It must be so trilling. To be supervisor of the food intake plant. I’m so proud.” Her mother gushed making her feel slightly bad that the only reason she was doing this job was to help the rebels. If her mother knew that she’d be a lot less excited for Mia.
    “Yes, it’s very exciting.” She said, smiling as she put her coffee cup under the dehydrator and hot coffee filled the cup. She held the cup to her lips and sipped. Ahh…Heaven.
    “I was telling my friend Hiltine about you getting this position and she was so mad. Her son isn’t even interested in getting a job and he’s twenty five. Yet you’re only twenty four and you already have one. It’s so fun to brag a bit about my amazing daughter.” She giggled and handed Mia a plate full of eggs.
    “I’m so glad I could be the source of your gossip, mother.” Mia said, smiling. She loved her mother. She was a dear woman.
    Even though she too was against giving the Slum workers a chance it was only because that was what she’d been taught. The propaganda that Hill children learned in school was hard to ignore. It was a little like being programed really as a hill student you were programed not to see the inequalities. If her mother ever had her eyes opened to the truth she would likely be horrified. Mia ate her eggs and chatted with her mother before kissing her cheek and leaving. She was ready to help the people she had grown to care for, and today was the first day she would be able to actually do more than talk about helping.

Chapter 3
     
    It had been three weeks since Mia had started at the food intake center. She’d dealt with attitudes from the four men she supervised and it was making her crazy. They were all assholes. She wanted to smack them upside their heads every time they opened their mouths. They all thought that because she was a woman she was an idiot. Although, their view helped with her ruse that she was losing crates of food somehow, she