A Life I Didn't Plan For

Chapter Three

•Every THIRD chapter I'm making it on Nola's POV, just to let you know, so chapter 3, 6, 9, 12... And so on! So I hope you enjoy!

Nola POV:

     "Nola!" Grandma yelled for me. Her yelling always made me jump, even now that I was a grown woman it still made me jump. But the jumping was much less worse then when I was a child that's for sure. Grandma used to scare the crap out of me when I was little, and she knew it too. She may look sweet but she can sure yell and give someone hell, something I inherited for her.

"Coming!" I yelled down to her as I set my brush down on my bathroom counter. The curls in my hair bounced back from the brushing and looked more like silky blonde waves. I quickly applied a tiny bit of mascara to my eyelashes that surrounded my beautiful brown eyes. I got those from both my grandmother and my mother, blonde hair and brown eyes ran in the women in our family, it made us look different because usually blonde people have either blue or green eyes more blue though. From the day I could remember my grandmother told me I was special, but what kind of special? I delt with loss and death easily, I pushed my emotions away, I didn't love easy; but when I did love, it was magical.

I looked at myself in the mirror and admired myself for just a second then ran downstairs. "Yes, grandma?"

Grandma was all dressed up and ready to go to the bakery, it may have been early but we had work to do.

"You take so long, Child," She laughed. "We have to get going."

I nodded and followed her out to the car.

I watched out the window as we drove to the bakery, it was still a bit dark out and hardly anyone was on the roads. I liked it this way. It was peaceful.

I liked peacefulness, it was soothing.

I unlocked the shop once we arrived and started on baking. Once I was done high school I got a pastry chef degree and I continued to work for my grandma.

I had been helping out in the kitchen for as long as I can remember. It was something I loved so much as enjoyed. Baking was also soothing, it's what I did when I was stressed or I was having a hard time dealing with my emotions, which didn't happen offend but I would shut myself out in the kitchen and just bake away.

When I had baked everything, cleaned up, and washed up my phone had buzzed. Wiping my hands on the towel, I reached for my phone and took it off the counter. I pressed the home button and seen who the text was from.

Seth

A sigh escaped me. Seth was my ex boyfriend. We had broken up nine months ago and he still texted me and occasionally begged for me back. But when he got drunk and called me, those were pathetic. I'm not a cold person, nor rude, nor ignorant. But what he did, that, I can't forgive him.

I closed my eyes to keep myself from throwing my phone. I took a deep breath before slipping the phone into the back pocket of my jeans. Seth could wait. He didn't matter anyway. Not after everything.

With a smile plastered on my face I went out to the front of the shop. Grandma was sitting at one of the tables in our vacant shop with her coffee and a blueberry muffin.

I took a seat across her with my a muffin and my bottle of water.

"Everything all baked and ready?" Grandma asked before taking a sip of her coffee.

"Yes. All cleaned up too." I answered.

"Good," She replied.

We sat in silence as we ate. It was soon time for people to be coming in and getting their morning coffee and breakfasts.