Chapter 6

After getting herself ready, Katniss crashed for a couple of hours. Come evening, she grabbed her prescription and headed to the pharmacy to snag her meds. Walking in, she handed the script to the pharmacist with a grin, "Hey, can you hook me up with these meds and grind 'em into powder? Thanks a bunch." The pharmacist took a look and smiled back, "Sure thing, just a sec."

About ten minutes later, the pharmacist handed Katniss a bag full of powdered meds and started ringing her up.

"That'll be seventy-eight bucks," the pharmacist said.

Katniss pulled out a wad of cash from her bag, counted it, and handed it over.

Holding the heavy bag of meds, she felt a sting in her chest. She only had three hundred bucks, and this bag of meds cost nearly eighty. Making money ain't easy!

Finding a part-time gig was a must; otherwise, she'd be starving.

She also grabbed some honey, planning to make pills when she got home.

Speaking of home, did she even have one? But until she could stand on her own, she still had to go back to The Manners Villa.

The Manners Villa was tucked behind the clothing factory's residential area, with a unique three-story house and some pretty distinctive decor.

his job and was one of the first to dive into

recent years, he made bank running a clothing company

a few old guys sipping tea in the

alone with her canvas shoulder bag, they weren't too shocked, like they were used

they couldn't resist

didn't they bring you back too?" Lila asked, her eyes flashing

in the courtyard was green with

busybody, always sticking her nose in everyone's

super "concerned" about their family drama. How did she used to

got car sick and would puke as soon as

this time, Katniss wasn't gonna hide it anymore. She didn't care about pleasing the Manners family,

dirty and wouldn't let me in. What could I do? Lila, you don't know, I live in the storage room at home. As soon as you walk in, there's this nasty smell. It's so gross to live

up, continuing to spill, "I can't even eat at the table. I have to wait until Clara's done before I can eat. The clothes I wear are Clara's hand-me-downs, and this backpack? Only got it

middle-aged women sighed and gave Katniss all

yet they treated their own flesh and blood like a maid while spoiling their adopted

towards Katniss was just for show. They only had eyes for Clara, their adopted darling. Only the Manners could

cry. What kind of family is this? If I had a granddaughter like you, I'd treat you like gold. I don't know

to you, but it's all fake. I can't believe they're so rich and still so cheap with their

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