MORNING SAGA

Sauntering into the humongous corked kitchenette, I swim through the vast crowds of the girls as I head to the counter. It's around ten in the morning, meaning they are just after tidying up this whole damn place, which is their first task every morning. I scan around for Joy, but I don't see her anywhere and since I am both in a haste and enthusiastic to start my first task, I stroll ahead to the counter.

"Breakfast for miss Annah, ma'am." I say to the lady behind the counter when I get there.

Marga is an elderly lady, presumably in her late forties. She is in charge of the kitchen, and of course, since she can't do all the cooking, the girls do the cooking too. She doesn't talk much, that is if she ever does talk. She is always reserved, and devoted to her duties. That has made every girl here to fear her, including me.

She places the tray of the breakfast that I requested on the table without saying a word.

"Thank you." I mumble, taking the breakfast and turning on my feet after s