Mess / / A. Irwin.

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I have a schedule of my every day life. No meaning, just boring. I wake up, take my pills I have for my 'disorders', take a shower, get ready for the day. Nothing special. I finished high school last year, I'm currenly 19 years old. My name is Haylie Lea Quinn. Oh, did I mention I have nothing to live for? No friends or family? Nothing. Everyone turned against me after my disorders came into view, everyone thought I was crazy, well expect Rue, she has the same problems as me. She's the only one that actually gets me, thats what I liked about her. I could run to her anytime I needed, and she would understand every detail. My life isn't perfect, but I did believe that everything had a time and moment for its start. I also believed that everything will be okay in the end, nothing gets worse. I lived life like I was dying, only sometimes.

I groaned softly, taking a cigarette out of its packaging. I held it between my pink lips, lighting it. I took in the smoke, and smiled brightly. Ah, just want I needed. I had an addiction, yes but I didn't mind. It got me through the day, its not like I'm trying to live forever. We're all going to die one day, we all can't be from Twilight. Theres no such thing as a sparkly vampire, or a beautiful human transfering into a beautiful wolf. If that was our world, we'll all be dead from attacking each other. I giggled at my own little though, the lady next to me moved over closer to the window. I guess I scared her a bit, I'm sorry. I took one last hit of my cigarette and flicked it onto the ground. I got up, walking back into my little shop once more. I took in the smell of the cookies, brownies, and cakes. God, I loved this store. I fixed my Blink 182 shirt, walking back behind the counter.

"Alright, Max, I got it now." I told the boy standing behind the cash register. I currently work at a Bakery. It's cute but it's not much. We sale the best cookies, cakes, and brownies in the range. The boy sigh silently, probably thanking god I'm back. He looked a little stressed. He pushed his glasses back up to meet his eyes, then looked over at me. He sent me a smile as I sent one back. There's only a few people who I connect with. Max and I only connect at work. We don't talk after that.

"Those things are going to kill you, Haylie. You need to watch it." He told me protectively. I laughed at his comment then moved in front to the registrar. I took the lady's request and handed Max the ticket.

"Now go make some pretty cakes, and stop worrying so much. I'll be fine." I assured him, smiling. He nodded, walking back to the kitchen. The door rang once again, "Good Afternoon! Welcome to Sugar My Sweets, how may-" I looked up finding a boy about my age. He was wearing a red bandana, black skinny jeans with ripped hole in the knees, and a Blink 182 shirt..just like mine. He looked just like me.

"Whoa, Ashton, I didn't know you had a twin." A boy with purplish blue hair told him. "Ashton" just stared at me, with wide eyes.

"Uh-um, can I help you..? We have many different types of food-" I stopped myself from saying anything else stupid. It was already too late, I made a fool out of myself. Of course we have many different types of foods. It's a fucking bakery, Jesus Christ Haylie.

"Well, cutie, " the purplish haired boy blooped my nose, I looked annoyed at him. "Ooo kinda sassy. I like it. We need tons of cupcakes. You choose the design of them."

"How would you like to pay for that?" I asked him kinda snappy. Don't get me wrong, he looked like a nice boy but something just snapped inside of me. I felt Ashton's eyes still on me.

"Well with this of course." He held up a blue credit card. I sighed taking it, sliding. It made a sound, telling me it didn't take it. I slide it again, same thing. I handed it back to him.

"It's no good, sweetcheeks. Sorry. No cupcakes for you." I said with a smirk.

"That can't be right, I just called it." He groaned and walked out, taking out his phone from his pocket. Ashton digged around in his pocket for something.