Cringggg! Cringggggg!
Alison’s phone alarms as the clock into 5 PM. Everyone in the room turns their attention from the speaking instructor in front to our direction as if finding the origin of the unnecessary sound.
I secretly elbowed Alison to turn off her alarm, but it’s too late now. Crap! I saw even Mr. Sandoval, our instructor shot us with his deadliest glare as possible.
“What is it Miss Amanda?” he asked with a bursting temper at the edge of his tongue.
My poor seatmate stood up even with her knees trembling to answer Mr. Sandoval’s inquiry. “I’m sorry everyone...b-but I have a part time work at 5:30 PM that’s why I keep track of the time,” Alison admitted.
Most of the onlookers sympathized even the instructor himself that he cancels his plan of stretching ou
