Living Next Door To An Idiot

The little cosy Bakery

Little do you know i'm trying to pick myself up piece by piece...

I walk on over to the bakery shop across form my school, already dreading what I might find. Sweat is dropping down my forehead from the hot summer day and I take my tie off from my uniform and use it as a hairband to tie my hair back. I pull my high knee socks down and fan my face with my hand. I've always hated my school uniform, the skirts went way past my knees if I didn't roll it up and the colours were awful. I mean blue checker skirts with a pink blouse are not as stylish as you think.

I slow my speed, trying to take as long as I want. I'm not saying I don't love the little cosy bakery down the road but it can get hectic in there and trust me it is not the customers.

When I finally reach the bakery, I sigh and head inside. I hear the bell chime and I'm already regretting entering in. Why couldn't I spend sometime in the studio? I close my eyes and hope for a miracle that that they're not here for once but that doesn't happen. Jack comes out the bakery kitchen, repeatedly yelling 'Superman'at the top of his lungs with m... his parents trailing behind him.

'Hey, how was school today sweetie?' Mum says. Yes you heard me right my mum. The lady who is covered in flour and food that she's been trying to feed my brother is no other than the same lady who gave birth to me. Don't get me wrong I love my family so much that I would do anything for them, but they're probably one of the most embarrassing and weirdest families you'll ever meet. Even ask Ben or Eva, my best and only friends. Mum adopted Eva ever since Eva's real mum abandoned her for a bloke who worked at the local bar. We were only seven when it happened, Layla, my sister, was 10 and she has been part of the family and my best friend ever since and Ben,well we became friends with Ben soon after. It was weird because Ben could be considered as a jock as he is the captain for the football team He's good-looking, I mean all the girls swoon over him, and don't forget the fact that everyone adores him but instead to be friends with me and Eva, the nerds.

I look at the scene and sigh. Right now my mum is wearing her shirt inside out and not wearing matching shoes; my brother is wearing no pants a superman cape and a nappy as a hat... a hat! And let's not talk about my dad. His hair is a mess and gunks of cake mix are stuck between it. He's still in his batman pj's with his fluffy dressing gown on and it's four in the afternoon. The only normal one here other than me would be my 16 year old sister Layla, who is peacefully reading a magazine behind the counter waiting for a customer to arrive. But trust me she is anything but peaceful, she can be the devil if she wants to.

'Mum what are you doing here, you and dad can't be out here looking like that, you'll probably scare the customers away.' I exclaim, emphasising the word customers.

'Sugarplum, your brother ran out to see his favourite sister even though he was forbidden to leave upstairs until he had a bath.' She answers directing the last part to my brother.

'Oh... okay, but I suggest you go back into the kitchen before a customer comes.' I say as I grab a croissant from the counter. My family might be crazy but they make good croissants. I quickly go upstairs to find Eva or Layla has completely messed up our room. Ignoring the mess, I change into a pair of black skinny ripped jeans with a baby blue collar top and black doc martins, redo my makeup and head down stairs to the bakery to start my shift.

If you haven't figured it out yet, I live above the bakery my parents owned ever since I was a tiny baby. It's a three story house, the ground floor the actual bakery itself, the first floor the living, kitchen for the house and a spare room and then there's the second floor where I share a room with Layla and Eva(Talk about being cramped up in one room.)