Azaya Prince
A girl with a troubled past, and a secret she knew nothing about. Moving to the town of River Valley, she discovers shocking secrets that could change her innocent life
(Book #2 of the secret series)
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Dear journal Well I'm still waiting. My aunt said someone was supposed to be here to explain to me what I am, and why I can do what I do, and as it turns out, my triple great grandfather found this town and built it into what it is, an my great grandfather was the one who built the school in honour of his father. I'm still baffled by the old shed as well. I've been out there for two straight hours, trying to open the door. But it was too hard to open. It's like the door didn't want to open for me. I'm hoping whoever is supposed to be have a pretty good excuse for getting here so late.
"Ding" the timer chimed, grabbing my attention. Closing my journal, i grabbed the mittens close by, opening the oven an took out another fresh batch of homemade French bread. The sweet aroma filled the kitchen, making my tummy rumble.
"I smell Daisy's famous French bread" I heard a familiar voice exclaim. Resting the bread pan, I quickly cover the loaf. Rushing off to him. As I bent the corner, I saw my grandfather walking closer with a wide grin on his wrinkled face.
"Grandpapi" I exclaimed, engulfing him in a warm embrace. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around me.
"Hey kiddo, haven't seen you in a while" he said, as we pulled away. "is that your grandmother's famous French bread" he asked, making his way to the kitchen. "Woah, what bakery exploded in here" he asked, seeing the mess I created.
The kitchen was littered with different types of pastries, such as donuts, cupcakes, macarons, bread, bread roll, cinnemon bun, coconut bun, chocolate cake, cheese cake, mocha cake and a few more. I bake when I'm bored are sad so sue me.
"I'm sorry, I was bored" I told him. Making my way towards the pan gently taking out the loaf of French bread. He chuckled shaking his head.
"Just like your granny" he said, licking his lips as he took a seat Infront the basket filled with French bread sticks. I smiled, my grandmother was very passionate about baking. She'd bake every second of the day an stuff you with food you'd probably never eat.
Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Why was grandpapi here, last I checked he should be in Scotland drinking Scottish wine.
"Why are you here grandpapi" I asked curiously, taking the cookies from the oven, leaving only the brownies. Yep, I didn't forget the cookies.
"Rita called an told me everything, and I think it's time we had a talk" he said, taking a bite from the bread sticks. After stacking and locking the cookies away in a box, I reached into the refrigerator an grabbed a jar of tomato sauce and a bowl from the cabinet. Emptying some of the sauce into the bowl an handed it to him.
