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For the record I have warned you

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For the record I have warned you. <3

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Quinn Claire Fieire loves to bake. That was a fact that she knew since she was 4 years old. Now as a 20 year old girl she is ready to take the plunge of becoming a professional baker but after losing " Americas' Holiday Baking Championship" she is about done with baking. But when an old bakery is shuting down she gets an offer she cant refuse.

Buy the Bakery

Make back the Cash

Meet Cooking Star Maria Von Hoydenish.

Now this is the adventure of a lifetime.

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"And the winner of  'America's Holiday Baking Championship and the winner of $9,000,000 is...," The announcer says drawing it out. I bite my nails furiously, a nervous trait of mine.  

"Shane Goodwin! Congrats Shane," The guy says happily. 

My face falls. How? Why did I lose? What did Shane do that was so much better than mine? The tears begin to sting my eyes and I blink them back. I refuse to cry on live TV. 

I pack up my stuff and march sadly off the stage. I sneak out the back door and hop into my Cadillac and rev the engine before speeding off home. 

I arrive at my apartment and, as usual, the elevator stopped working. I trudge up the 17 flights upstairs to my friend ad I's apartment. 

I flop on the couch and put on my favorite show, The Big Bang Theory. I sit and watch as Sheldon drive everyone crazy. The door opens and I pause the show and drag myself to the door. 

"Ohh Mija. I saw what happened are you okay?" My best friend Adrienne asks me. I shake my head and before I know it I'm shaking. The tears spill out my eyes and I'm balling in my best friends arms. She coos and rubs my head. 

"It's okay. It's gonna be okay." She says to me. I cry and cry until there are no tears left. 

"Wanna order a pizza?" She asks me. 

"Sure," I say sniffling. She calls Bistros and orders my favorite. Green olives and pepperoni. I go to the bathroom and wash my face. I look in the mirror. My brown eyes look back at me. What am I doing wrong? I ask myself. 

Maybe everything. 

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Hi!

I'm Miana. Most people call me Mia. I am 15 years old and this is my first Wattpad novel. I hope you like it. Please vote and comment. 

Love and hope,

Mia 

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