Fever

Beginning to the End- part 1

(Emily p.o.v )

April 13, 1790.
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Today's work day was worst than any work day I have done in my life. I had to take Layla's place in work today because she was no where to be seen. My hands felt as heavy as lead from carrying tray. The smell of unclean customers hitting my nose like a hurricane. How did Layla do this everyday?

And Layla's mother was as crazy like chicken always running around, screaming, her complaining even worst than my mom. She was louder than the people at my church, she was louder than my dad's fishermen friends the lady was probably the loudest in Philadelphia. I wondered how Layla could take it.

Mattie was a different story, she was lazy. All she ever did was point out all my mistakes. How I wasn't putting enough flour or sugar in the dough, it was plain annoying. She was just sitting there with one of her stupid smriks like she was the boss or something. How come her mother wasn't beating her ass or something? (just saying her mom seems like the type of person.)

Mary not much I could say about her. She was a nice lady, but sad back story. She told the best stories better than my dad. Mary was one of the luckiest people I knew. She got to walk home to work passing by the river, market stalls, and shop windows. She knew how to keep a secret, always doing things behind Mattie's mom back. She was just nice.

And then came Layla, she was weird, like very weird. She was a sleepy head, all she talked about was the bakery, she said that one day this bakery would be the best in Philadelphia, no scratch that the best in the world. We got along pretty well. She was the only one who could take my joke, and listen to my chatting without calling me annoying.
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It was too hot in the kitchen from the oven melting me like snow in a hot summer day.The customers were demanding more coffee and bread, Layla's mother was also demanding me to work faster. I was going to go crazy.

" keep on bringing the bread." Mattie shouted

"Hey some pick up the plates at tables 6."

"Emily can you go fetch more water from the well, we ran out for washing dishes."

My head was spinning, I was going to faint.
Heading to the garden I saw Layla. She was watering the flower bed.

Now I know why I was doing all the work.

" Hey, we need help back in the kitchen" I said letting the bucket fall down the well.
She didn't answer.
She was busy with the flower bed. What was so interesting about them?

"Hey" came out of her mouth traveling through the summer heat. "So, how working here going good or bad? Is my mother giving you a bad time if not her It must be Mattie right? Charlie hasn't pissed in your your shoes yet right cause she does it to me every time."

"Which question do you want me to answer? To many questions will make my head fall."
I say. Layla let out a small laugh, her eyes shining to a brighter green.

" No, the work is really helping with my expenses, I say it's worth it." 'More like working my way to my death bad, I say not worth it.'

"Good, because I want all my workers in the future like the job." "If this bakery is to rise to the best bakery in the future the workers got to be dedicated. Emily your dedicated right?" I give her a smile, " of course I love the job".

'Love the job my ass' I thought.

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Layla and I have been talking for about who knows, I had forgotten about the bucket In the well. All I could hear were Layla laughing that filled the air.

And when I heard foot steps, turning around I saw Layla's mother.

"WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING HERE? YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE TIME TO TALK! YOU TWO GET YOUR BEHIND IN TH--" she was cut short by Layla dragging me to my heels. We passed by her as we ran laughing really hard. Her mother shouting faded as we ran into the kitchen.
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May 7, 1792
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It's been two years since I started working Mae's bakery I have gotten used to the hard labor, I was proud to say I was as built as my dad.

But that was not the problem here, I was going to be late. I was running as fast as I can through the crowd of children, Layla mother was going to kill me.

I wasn't late because I was a sleepy head like Layla, I was because my house was to far from the bakery. My house was at the dock, there you could smell the salt sea water, it was amazing.

As the bakery came to sight, I saw Layla sitting on the porch.

She gave me a cheeky smile as she saw me approaching her.

"Your late again "

"Tell me something I don't know"

"You will never end up with Sam and he's probably makingout with another girl right now"

Now that hurts, because I knew that was true.

"What do you mean I don't have a chance with him? I see the way he looks at me and you know It to."I say smacking her in the back of her head.

I wanted to change the conversation.

"Is your mother mad at me? It's the third time this week I've been late"
"No, as long as get to the market on time and get back on time I think you'll survive." She says handing me the basket so she had a free hand so we could hold hands.

We skipped through the market while singing a song not giving a care in the world.

I wish we could stay like this forever.
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*Sorry for late update*