Author's note: Hi there! Well, I kind of wrote this story for fun. I don't want to be an author or anything, I just really love to write. I'm not too sure where this story is heading or anything, so please bare with me. It would still be really great if you could give this story a chance xD
Please note: I'm not sure how often I will be able to upload. If you aren't a patient person, this story might not be for you. I will try to upload at least once a week or more though :) Thank you for your understanding! x)
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*This story is rated PG. It contains course language.
Some parts of this story will be rated PG-13 and will contain course language, sexual references and Adult themes.*
If you are too young or get easily offended by anything mentioned above, please don't read this story. Thanks :D
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Prologue
“That will be nine dollars and eighty cents thanks.” I chirped, smiling at the middle aged woman in front of me.
“Nine dollars and eighty cents for two loaves of bread and some scones?” The woman shook her head, dumbfounded, while handing over a ten dollar note. “Prices sure have gone up this past year.”
“Don’t I know it.” I said, shaking my head also. “I’m behind on my rent this month, and I’m working overtime just to pay my power bill.”
The woman took the bakery bag I was handing to her and nodded. “I got no money for material anymore. I wanted to sew my daughter a nice dress, but now I gotta spend money on bloody bread and scones.” She grumbled out of the store, holding her bag of food.
“Have a nice day!” I called after her. The small bell on the bakery door chimed to signal her exit, and I sagged in exhaustion. My eyes gazed over to the wall clock, the hands telling me it was a quarter to five.
Fifteen minutes to go.
I sighed and picked at the chipped blue nail-polish on my pastry caked nails.
“Zoe? Have you got those muffins out of the oven?” Merril called from the storeroom.
Shit!
“Er, yes! Yes I did!” I called back to her, slipping on my oven mitt and rushing over to the oversized rusty old bakery oven. I pulled open the door and gagged on the smell of dead chocolate muffin. “Shit, shit, shit!” I hissed, fanning the air of black smoke. Can’t I do anything right? I pulled out the tray of muffins and tossed them onto the bench. The tray hit the side of the bench, knocking the muffins out of the base and onto the floor.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Merril said.
Oh yeah. I’m in trouble.
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Here Comes Trouble
RomanceZoe is twenty years old and works at a bakery. She is clumsy, constantly stuffing things up and she keeps burning the muffins. Her life is turned upside down when she finds dead body and suddenly finds herself being stalked by two guys wearing mardi...
