Well let's just start this story off with going back and I mean all the way back to when I was still in high school. I was told that I was "one of a kind" that "there was no other girl in the world like me" and all that other bullshit. But I always never paid attention to anything I was told like when my mom told me that my boyfriend at the time was some bum who will never amount to anything in life and that I needed to leave him or when I was always getting told by friends that my boyfriend was a cheating bastard and I needed to leave him, being totally honest I never listened to any of them, I was still with him no matter how many times I was told to leave him. To me I thought of him differently, I believed that people just didn't know him as well as I did and wanted stir up some drama like any other high school, I truly thought he was everything and I mean everything. We met at one of my cousin's friend's 15, he was a few tables in front of our table and I casually would make eye contact with him every once in awhile, when everyone was dancing he came up to me and we just hit it off really quick. We exchanged numbers and then it ended up being that he went to the same high school as me. We lasted a pretty good 3 years, we ended because the whole relationship was too good to be true and all the rumors were true, he was a no good, cheating bum. I was hurt felt like I wasted my time stuck on him and as I got myself together, I did a lot of self change. When I was with him I was always going with him to get stoned and we would always go to parties, I also was failing all my classes while he was passing all his even if he was at his highest. So for my self change I improved my grades, went to less parties, and instead of baking something else I started baking cakes, brownies and all types of desserts. When I graduated school, I moved from East LA to Beverly Hills with my friend Cynthia, owning my very own bakery and enjoying the lavish life. I was always getting picked on by family by calling me a gringa because I moved with all the rich stuck up people, but I felt at peace being in Beverly Hills. Now let's get on with the present life.
It was a bright Saturday morning after a long partying night on Friday. "Girl wake up your bakery is supposed to be open in 20 minutes, you're about to be late." My friend Cynthia said as she prepared herself a bowl of cereal, "Why didn't you wake me up earlier, let me have some of your cereal." She handed me the cereal and said, "Since when was it my job to wake you up for your own job," she grabbed her nail filer and went on, "by the way I was reading that a lot of small businesses have been close because there's some guy gives horrible ratings and he's like a health inspector and I don't know but a bunch of people believe whatever he says and he mostly does it to small businesses, plus he doesn't go inside he has someone to." I got myself ready and as always I still didn't listen to what anyone had to say. "Well that won't happen to my business, everyone loves my desserts and I'm going to be late so bye." I went out the door and heard Cynthia say be careful like how my mom would say when she dropped me off to school. I made it 2 minutes before my shop could open, my worker, Samantha was outside waiting, "Finally, I've been waiting for 10 minutes, by the way I'm not going to be here for my whole shift." I opened the door and we started setting up the store, "Why are you telling me last minute and where is Christina?" Samantha pulled over her apron and started getting the register ready, "Well she's on her way, well that's what she said." I grew more stressed out and started getting a fresh batch of brownies and cookies ready, I took a deep breathe and for baking, the morning is the most crowded of the day. After a rushed morning the rest of the day was settled, when it was time to close I opened my emails and checked through them, one caught my attention and it was from my old high school. It was our 3 year high school reunion, I then received another email that said my page for my bakery got a new review, I opened it and it was a review that changed my life. I made it home and Cynthia called me from the living room, "Hi honey how was work?" "Thanks for asking me darling it was an okay day, you know, did you hear of the high school reunion?" Cynthia eyes grew bright and she gave out squeal, "We have to go at least for 30 minutes, I mean come on I look hot now and I bet you those assholes that rejected me are going to be crying of regret." I have her my typical look and said, "You were never ugly and I don't know if I'd want to go especially right now that my life is going to be shit." She looked at me confused, "I thought work was okay and what happened to you?" I kept my tears and anger in and kept a serious face on, "The stupid critic is going to put an end on me and just when my life was going good," Cynthia came towards me and tried comforting me. "everything good goes to shit." "I'm so sorry, I can't believe this happened to you, I'll let you have some time but at least think about going please?" I took a sigh and walked to the bathroom to start a bubble bath, be able to relax and take in what happened to me. I scrolled down my social media and saw everyone from the class I graduated with were posting about the reunion saying how excited they were to see how everyone is doing in life. I knew deep down I would regret not going and the other part of me was just not up for it, I knew I would have to sleep on it. The next morning I actually got up early because I was already mentally prepared for what was going to happen to everything I worked so hard for, it was just last night when i received that horrible review on my bakery, I was already receiving calls from family members. Everyday of that week less and less people started coming in, until it became a month and I couldn't afford my employees or my shop, I did what I didn't want to do and sold it. I knew that I wasn't going to be able to afford the rent in the condo I shared with Cynthia in beautiful Beverly Hills, I knew I was going to move back to East LA with my family and have to start all over again. "I mean can't you just work with me instead of moving back to East LA, hey if you go to the reunion you may find someone who is rich and happens to live in Beverly Hills." Cynthia had been bugging me about the reunion ever since I told her and been trying to convince me not to move back to East LA. "Do you think I want to move back there and either way if I work with you, I'll most likely get fired the first day and I still haven't put thought on going to the reunion, I don't want to see any annoying ass people again. Now help me pack." Cynthia rolled her eyes and started helping me pack my things, "Come on you have to go, at least just to see if there's any hot guys now and make fun of the bitches who hated us, slay them again." I laughed at the thought of seeing how everyone turned out, and then said, "Maybe just maybe if I feel like it." Cynthia pulled me towards her and gave me her famous tight hugs. The week passed and it was the day before the reunion, I still wasn't sure about going, but I forced myself to say yes and get my act together, the day of the reunion I got ready with Cynthia and we were ready to shine on everyone. "Does my ass look good in the dress or no?" Cynthia asked as she was checking herself out in the mirror, I finished the last fixing my hair and looked to see how she looked, "I think it looks really good, now how do I look?" She took a look at me and said, "I think you are going to get some tonight, wonder who's man you're going to steal tonight!" We both let out a good laugh and started heading out, I felt little butterflies on our way there, the thought of probably seeing my ex made me nervous as hell. When we got there, I took as many deep breathes as I could and before I entered Cynthia handed me a little bit of her vodka. We entered like the baddest bitches they had ever seen, I felt good about myself and I was pretty damn sure Cynthia felt good as hell about herself. Already 30 minutes into the reunion, Cynthia was getting attention from every guy in the room and me on the other hand I was reuniting with old friends. As I went to go get a drink for myself, I felt a light tap and heard someone say, "Karla?"
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Teen Fiction3 years after graduating High School, Karla was having a great life having her own bakery shop and living it up. Until everything goes downhill, she will have to work with someone she never thought she would have to work with.
