Here Comes Trouble

Chapter One

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Chapter One.

My name is Zoe Hamilton, I am twenty years old, and I live in a one bedroom apartment with my dog, Brownie. My mum always wanted me to be a lawyer, and I always wanted to be a ladybug, so I compromised with her and got a job at a bakery. It’s the only thing I am relatively good at, seeing as trouble seems to find me no matter where I go.

“I’m sorry.” I said to my boss, Merril. It was the second time I had burnt a batch of chocolate muffins.

This week.

Merril sighed and turned the oven off. Merril is in her late fifties, and her and her husband have owned ‘Merril and Frank’s Bakery’ since they were in their thirties. She has scruffy black hair that can pretty much be classed as dark grey now, and a round, plump figure. And she always wears the same red apron.

Her husband Frank died a couple years back, so it’s just been her running the bakery for quite some time.

Merril turned to me and sighed again. “That was a good batch in there.” She told me. “With nice chocolate chips and everything.”

“I know, I’m so sorry. I got caught talking to a customer. I’ll clean it up and re-bake them I swear!”

Merril handed me a dustpan and brush. “Re-bake them? You? Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

I got on my hands and knees and began sweeping the charcoaled muffins into the dustpan. “I’ll be fine. I’ll stay after hours and keep baking until they’re perfect. And I promise I won’t burn the place down this time.” Okay, so I had never burnt the bakery down, but a couple weeks back I set one of the display cases on fire.

Merril glanced longingly towards the clock. “Well...”

I threw the muffins into the bin. “Come on, Merril. Please!” I didn’t really want to bake the stupid muffins, but I really wanted to keep my job. 

“Will you remember to lock up this time? I don’t want my wedding cakes stolen again.” She warned.

Okay, so I had never forgotten to lock up. The truth was I was staying after hours one night and I was lonely, so I brought Brownie to the bakery to keep me company. I wasn’t watching her and she ended up eating four wedding cakes. I thought that telling Merril there was a break-in would be less embarrassing than telling her my Labradoodle got a bit peckish and ate her wedding cakes for tea.  I hadn’t realized at the time that Merril would report the break-in to the police, and that I would have to file a report and describe the guy that broke in. Oh, by the way, watch out for the guy with a nose that looks like a penis and has hooks for hands. “I promise.” I confirmed.

Merril glanced up at the clock one more time. “Okay, I guess you can stay.”

I smiled. “Thanks! I’ll re-bake all the muffins I just recked.”

She nodded and handed me ingredients. “I’ll write down the oven directions so you don’t have an accident.”

She was making it sound like I needed to wear a nappy.

“And don’t use my good mixing bowl! I don’t want that broken.”

“Don’t use the mixing bowl. Got it.” I nodded sharply.

“I need twelve plain chocolate muffins, and twelve double-choc muffins with chocolate chips. Got that?”

“Yes. Twelve plain, twelve double-choc.”