Part 1:Worst day

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5:30.Only two more hours in hell.I'm not serious.Well...no.I work in a bakery and I love it here, I really do but today is Thursday and it's the worst day because I have to work alone at the afternoon.It's the only day on the week which I don't have my friends around me and it's not that hard but it's boring af.I forgot to introduce me.Hi.My name is Leila Anderson.I am 17 years old.You are probably wondering why am I working if I "haven't started college yet".
Well the thing is two years ago I needed money for a new guitar and my parents told me to gain it myself.So I started working here and ended up loving cooking and with some amazing friends.
My schedule is from 3-6 on monday's,wednesday's and friday's.On the other hand, on tuesday's I work from 4-6:30 and thurday's are my longest days from 3 to 7:30.The worst part is that at 5 o'clock two of my work Thursday buddies leave early because of another job.It's usually 3 hours before but today they left at 4 and Mark is sick.So 3:30 hours and minutes alone.
My friends from here are Mark, Stacy, Veronica, Dylan,Jasmine and Justin.I work on monday's,wednesday's and friday's with Dylan,Stacy,Jasmine;on tuesday's with Veronica,Mark,Justin;on thursday's with Veronica and Justin until 5 and Mark leaves with me.My best friend of all tho is Stacy.We've been friends since elementary and we decided to work together.I go to school with Veronica and Justin and I've met the other here and formed an amazing group/friendship.
I don't know what else to say um I like music a lot.I play the guitar and work very hard I practice every day.I like singing and guitar helped me to improve.I go to the lessons 1 a week which my parents luckily pay.I pay the rest of my things like the food and going out with friends.
I started baking cupcakes since my boss Carolina ordered me to because of their lack.
I put the cream on top of it and made a perfect piece of art.I was appreciating it while I heard screaming from outside not so far like a block away.Suddenly, the door was opened.

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