Glass
shattered. My head jerked to the side. Buzzing filled my ears. A man shouted,
feet pounded across the floor, voices murmured in a dull roar. My body tensed
on its own accord. Blinding white lights burned into my retinas. Few eyes
turned towards the scattered pieces, little attention for the person standing
amongst them. Bodies milled in every direction, not many caring for the
commotion. One voice cut through the din. “Write your name on the board,”
called the head Chef. I rolled my eyes. Poor girl. Dropping dishes in the
kitchen was seen as a crime these days.
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