My alarm wakes me up. I look at the time. 4 in the morning. Shoudl I roll back [[over]] or is it worth going to [[work?]]I toss my phone back down and bury my face back in the pillows. THE END.I throw my blakets off and stand, take a quick shower and pull on my uniform. I walk out to my car, and am soon on my way to work. The light turns yellow. I can [[speed]] up or [[stop.]] I press on the gas and my car speeds under the light just before it turns red. I sigh in relief, but my cell phone rings. I glance at the caller ID. WHy is my mother calling? Should I [[answer]] the phone or let it go to [[voicemail?]] [[I|work?]] slam on my brakes and my car screeches to a stop. I barely have time to think 'I could have made it' before something hits my car from behind and is pushed forward a few feet. By the time the shock of being hit wears off the car behind me is backing up and trying to flee. Should I let him [[go]] or [[chase]] after?She tells me my father's in the hospital, his heart is acting up again. I can't go in to work. [[THE END.|speed]] I ignore the call and finish the drive to work, but where to park? Over [[here]] is closer to the door, but over [[there]] is less crowded. I park close to the front entrance and rush inside to clock in so that I'm not late. My manager walks by and says "Good morning." I park in the back of the lot and rush inside, but still end up clocking in a few minutes late. My manager approaches me and says "Late again, I see?" Should I [[apologize]] for being tardy or tell her to stop being [[snarky?]]I call out from work to deal with the crash. [[THE END.|stop.]]I speed after the car, fumbling with my phone to turn on the camera. I manage to take a picture of the license plate and end the chase. I give the photo to the cops and insurance company and I never had to pay a penny for the damage. [[THE END.|stop.]] Tap this passage, then the pencil icon to edit it. "I'm so sorry. It wont happen again," I say.
She just rolls her eyes. "Don't let it happen again or I'll have to write you up." "I'd appreciate it if you didn't speak to me with that tone."
She stares at me, first in shock and then in anger. "What tone? Authorative? Last time I checked I was the manager, and as the manager it is my duty to write you up for constnat tardiness."
She spins around and storms to her office as I stand there, legs shaking.