Avery's Point Of View “Shit…shit…shut!” I screamed in horror, as my still-sleepy eyes landed on the clock. I was incredibly late and even more confused as to why Martha didn't wake me up. “Martha!” I screamed anxiously, looking towards my door expectantly. “Yes Miss,” she answered immediately, hurrying to my side. “Why didn't you wake me up?” I asked hurriedly, as I tried to find something to wear to work. “I did Miss, but you seemed too weak to wake up so I decided to let you sleep some more,” She said innocently, showing me to the bathroom. My towel, shower gel, and every other thing I needed were there and neatly arranged. “Thank you, Martha,” I said calmly, as I rushed to shower. I ran as fast as I could, checking my watch and praying that my lateness wasn't noticed. “There she is, the star of the show,” one of the chefs said sarcastically, eyeing me up and down. “I'm so sorry, I…” I stammered, trying to explain. But in truth, I had no excuse for my lateness, I didn't
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