I was walking out of the store for the fifth time carrying everything to the car. (Actually Van.) That thing was a total eyesore. It was such a pale blue it could almost be mistaken for white but had bold neon blue letters saying “Blue Sky Bakery” was scrawled on the side. For god’s sake We even had a giant cupcake on top. I would’ve taken my car but with the list Jen gave me I wouldn’t have been able to fit more than 3 bags...and I had 50. It was so crazy. Two teenage baggers boys had to help me and I felt terrible. They looked like they were about to pass out. They could only carry one bag each while i could carry four. The both of them looked at me like I was superwoman which was a bit amusing. But hey. I’ve been working for Jen for 10 years. I started carrying stuff from the store when I was seven and since then I’ve built up a bit of muscle. I let them set the bags down and I whirled around to face them. “You guys don’t need to help me anymore. I can get this.” I said smiling and the look of relief on their face was priceless. They basically bolted back inside and I sighed. I wasn’t even a bit phased but the poor lads were probably dying! I’ve got twenty more bags to carry. Five more trips...Damn it. I jogged back inside and grabbed four more bags, and on it went like that five more times…
Finally, I was able to get into the van and drive home. If you could even call it that. On my way I called El and Perrie asking them if they’d be willing to help me carry all the shit inside. Damn, am I ever lucky to have those two. It was now 5:00 am and El, Perrie, and I had just brought the last of the bags inside. I threw Perrie the keys and she drove the car around back where she parked it and met us inside. Perrie and El went into the bathroom to change into their uniform and I went downstairs to change as well. Our outfits weren’t skanky...But they were a tad bit revealing. How Jen hadn’t gotten in trouble yet was beyond me. Our uniforms consisted of short black skirts and sky blue tank-tops with a white jean half jacket over the top. They had to wear all white tennis shoes and got neon blue laces to wear them with. My uniform was slightly different in the sense I had to wear white jean short-shorts and instead of the a blue tanktop I had a black one with Blue Sky Bakery written over my chest. I had a bright blue apron that covered the majority of my uniform (Thank the sweet lord!) and I opted for my obnoxiously neon blue All-Star converse hi-tops instead of the stereotypical tennies. It definitely was...unique. I had rushed up the stairs, put my dark hair into a messy bun, applied some cherry flavored chapstick and turned around to unlock the doors for the 5:30 rush.
It had already been a long day and it wasn’t even noon. El and Perrie had been ecstatic for me to meet their boyfriends and their “mates”. El was dating Lou and Perrie was engaged to Zayn. They hadn’t shut up about them and even though I seemed interested I just wanted to knock them out. I love those girls to death but they never fail to remind me of the one thing I want. Someone to love me. But Hey. It’s alright if I’m forever alone. The only problem with that is the fact that I can’t even be a god-damn cat lady cuz I’m allergic to cats. Like Wut? and Yeah. I know “Cinderella isn’t supposed to be alone! She’ll find her Prince Charming and they’ll live happily ever after!” Uhmm. No. First off I don’t believe in real life fairy tales. Second, There never was and never will be such a thing as prince charming. All my unrealistic hopes of having a happy ending died with my dad. Just like my dreams and the majority of my childhood. I’m perfectly content right now. I don’t need to worry about boys, because I’ve got school, homework, surviving the next year and the bakery. My life is hell and I don’t need to add any more ridiculous drama. Especially drama caused by boys. I know what you’re probably saying. But let me cut to the chase. Prince Charming, who needs him? I sure as hell don’t. One thing I know for certain is that you don’t try and chase your dreams. You’ll have fallen back to the ground and you’ll only end up bruised, broken, and left with an even bigger hole in your heart. I’m not complaining cuz. I mean really true love? Pssh. Yeah right!

Notes

This is gonna get better I promise!
~Linzie~