Avery

~Prologue~

Avery

I'm a strong believer in the saying "bad things happen to good people" because that's just life, but when one of those 'bad things' actually happens, it seems like you deserve it.

When I was 17, we got the call that my mother had been in a crash.

I was destroyed.

She was leaving the state for a meeting with an old friend and I told her going early is a good idea to avoid rush hour.

That was the last time I saw her.

When I basically handed her a death sentence.

I was in denial for a long time, I thought one day I'd walk home from school and smell her pastries cooking, or see her in her bakery on my way to a friends.

But she was gone and it was my responsibility to keep her as alive as I possibly could.

So I took over the bakery the second I turned 18 and I've worked myself to death ever since.

I don't take holidays, I don't see friends.

My dad has basically isolated himself, always very reserved since her death.

I'm completely alone in this because I simply don't have the time to change my ways.

So here I am. Standing in this old, quiet building, alone. Surrounded by cake.

I stand here for hours and hours a day. By myself. Waiting for some 'big break' to happen in my life.

But it seems like I'm running out of time. Like I'll be here, clad in my apron, forever.

Time is a difficult concept to understand, we never seem to have enough of it.

I eat, sleep, go to work and bake and that's my life.

No parties, no 'hanging out' with anyone.

Especially no boys.

They waste time and break hearts, at least from what I'm told.

Will my opinion ever change? I certainly hope not, I'm happy with this mindset.

But who knows, maybe someday, something will change for me.

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Hello to anyone who decided to take the time to check this out.

I've been working on this for a while, even before my last story was made.

And it's here!

I love you guys.