Kendra is a strong-minded girl that knows what she needs and won't let anyone stand in her way of achieving her goals. Marissa is a shy, invisible girl that is just trying to get by in the world. When they meet, both of their worlds are shook. Every...
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(Kendra's POV)
My iphone buzzes in the cup holder of the treadmill, reducing the volume of my phone. I stop the treadmill, picking up my phone and letting out an annoyed groan when I notice it's a text from my boss.
[Can you come into work today at 4? Ashley called in sick and I need someone to fill in for her.]
I bite my lip and start tapping away.
{Who all is going to be there??}
[If you can come in, it'll be you and our new girl. I need you to train her. I know it's last minute, but it'll help me out greatly.]
I roll my eyes. Great. A new person.
I reluctantly reply with {I'll be a little late, but I'll be in}.
[Great! Thanks!]
I roll my eyes and start running again on the treadmill. I have to train someone? Seriously?! I've never trained someone before. I'm not exactly the most patient person. It's not my fault, I've always been short-tempered. But I'm not exactly looking to make a friend. I just am supposed to make sure she knows what she is supposed to do. I just hope she isn't pig-headed and tries to fight with me about everything....
After fifteen minutes, I get off the treadmill and unplug it. I decide that it's time for a shower, so I make a beeline for the bathroom. The clock on the wall says 2:30pm. I run some warm water and then peel off my sweaty clothes. I'm not super skinny, but I'm comfortable with my body. Guys and girls both find me very attractive, but I'm not super cocky about it.
I step into the shower and wash away all the sweat and dirt from myself, letting the warm water soothe my sore muscles. I love working out; it gives me an opportunity to get out my anger and feel confident. I'm naturally a strong person, so I always work hard and don't normally take it easy.
Once I'm done and dressed, I blow dry my short blonde hair and style it until I'm satisfied. After that, I put on a bit of eyeliner and a swipe or two of mascara. Sighing, I put on my work uniform, which is just a black polo shirt with the bakery's logo and some yoga pants. Yes. I bake cookies for a living. I honestly enjoy it because people always compliment my hard work and the bakery is quite popular. I give my mirror a half-smile, feeling a little extra boost of confidence after working out today. The clock in my bedroom reads 3:36pm now. Time for work. Yay
