Disclaimer: No, I do not own "The Hunger Games"

Terribly sorry this chapter is so short, but the story gets progressively longer and better! Enjoy!

Hour 1

She brings the cigarette to her mouth, sucking out the savory nicotine. It danced around her blood stream giving her the high she needed to complete this particular job. A robbery. The big one, Cato and Clove called it. Glimmer has been struggling with coming to terms with this for hours but finally she knew what to do. She decided she needed to rob the bank to win Cato's affection, maybe after he would finally appreciate her as a lover rather than just a meaningless sex toy he plays with from time to time. She takes another puff clinging to the soothing feeling that radiated off of the heavenly stick. She sighed as a puff of white smoke materialized in front of her. The feeling the cigarette gave her was delicious. She wished she could smoke all day. But Glimmer didn't have all day; she had exactly 24 hours to get all of this done. She checked the time on her blackberry, flipped her golden blonde hair and walked towards the unmarked black car where she knew her partners in crime were waiting. A small smile flashes across her plump red lips. Cato, Glimmer and Clove all were going to rob Bank of America. Together.

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She braided up her silky dark hair and input tiny little flowers into it. Today was a special day. Today was the first day Katniss Everdeen will get paid. Her first paycheck. She couldn't wait to feel the crisp dollar bills in her hand. To smell the delightful aroma that emitted of the green paper. She shivered just thinking about the stuff; ever since Katniss Everdeen was younger she had to work for everything she wanted. Every damn day it was the same thing. It would be less irritating if she didn't have to provide for her grown mother. But she did, and that was just the cards life had dealt her. She made the most of it. Now she was twenty-two and she had a career. Katniss Everdeen took after her family business and became a pediatrician. She promised herself she would never go into doctoring because all the blood and sick people nauseated her. But Prim had a talk with her and the tiny blond- haired girl was very convincing. All the little girl had to do was bat her eyelashes and put on a cute little pout for her older sister to be putty in her hands. Katniss hadn't regretted the decision she had made either. It was a start of a new life for her family; mostly her and her little sister. Katniss didn't trust her mother around money very much. She feared she would relapse on the cocaine addiction she had been struggling with for years. She cringed at the thought and pushed it away. She didn't want to think about those horrible times. There were plenty of good times to come. She sighed and applied her Liplicious lip gloss to her full lips, rubbing them together and then letting them part, making some sort of popping sound. She briefly stared at her reflection in her compact mirror. Her icy gray eyes were clouded with eagerness and her lips formed a smile, Katniss didn't smile often but when she did it was always something worth smiling for. She closed the compact with a snap and drops it inside her tote bag carelessly with a lot of other randomly placed things. Katniss Everdeen was ready to go to the Bank of America.

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Peeta Mellark stared at his reflection in the mirror. It was his first at his new job. He really didn't have experience with this sort of thing. Peeta didn't even know if this was his sort of thing. But he figured he'd give it a shot, he could always quit and go back to working at his family's bakery. Maybe. If his witch of a mother would let him. He cursed silently at the mirror brushing his ashen blonde hair with his fingers trying to smooth it back perfectly. Today was going to be a big, big day as his new boss Effie Trinket would say, he shook his head at her antics. Oh, Effie. He tried a killer smile his best friend Finnick taught him. Finnick would be working there too for the first day. It reassured Peeta and calmed him down a little bit. But not enough to ensure that his hands would stop shaking. After all, Finnick was a natural at this sort of thing and Peeta was not. What if they got robbed today? What if he got shot and killed? What if he did something wrong and he got fired? He shook the thoughts from his head. Focus Peeta, he thinks. He tries the confident smile again and doing it perfectly, just as Finnick has taught him. He hoped it would work. After all, a twenty-two year old had to support himself somehow, right? He huffs as he tries to push his hair back again failing miserably. He gives up and decides to go for the deliberately messy hair look. Girls liked that, right? Right. He again, studies his reflection in the mirror, he felt as if he had to make a good first impression. First impressions on the first day of the job could make or break you. He spies the way the blond curls bounce as he moves his head up inspecting himself. The hair almost completely covers his crystal blue eyes. His chin area was getting a little scruffy with little blonde hairs. He decided that he will shave tomorrow. His alarm on his iPhone beeped making him jump. It was time for work in the Bank of America.