It was steaming inside again. A scent of yeast, cinnamon, frying fat and coffee circled around in the bakery like usual, every busy morning. A ray of light slanted through the wooden-embroidered windows, completely blinding my hazel brown eyes. Bagels placed in shiny layered rows, sat quietly hoping someone, just someone would pick them up. Sugar sparkled like snow on the cinnamon twists, and jelly donuts gleamed in their translucent, delicate icing. Brown bread, shaped perfectly round, were showcased in their original, unique packaging, and slim baguettes, each different with a crinkly, brown paper coat.
Now it was frying.
I rushed upstairs to my room away from the bustling crowd, that were screaming at me to check them out, continuously over and over again. It was the last day before we said goodbye to spring break and hello to school again, so the bakery would obviously be crowded with people from one place to another. I wish I could wake up once again, knowing that this wouldn't happen. It was an absolute disaster. But, I knew I had to go down there to help my mum. After all, she was the only one who worked in our family.
Taking a deep breath, I tied my hair up into a messy bun and slithered out of my jumper. Hopefully, this would get me prepared for when I was going to be a bakery owner like my mum. Except more famous.
Authors note:
Thank you so much for giving a shot at my story. This is the first time I've actually published one online. :))) I'm really sorry that this chapter was quite short but I just wanted to give a preview of what Elizabeth's life was like when she wasn't in the outside world. Anyway, hope you enjoyed and remember there will be longer chapters from now on. 🎉🎉
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The Girl With Broken Wings
Non-FictionElizabeth grew up in a bakery all her life. The scent of the bread and the chatting from the customers. She was used to it now. Every morning, she wakes up, goes to school, comes back, bakes with her mum and goes to sleep. But, after finally getting...
