Just The Baker Boy

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  • Published: 15 Aug 2012
  • Updated: 19 Jul 2013
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Camille Amaya has always loved the baker boy that worked with her. She worked at Holmes Chapel Bakery side by side every Saturday, until he decided to furfill his dream on becoming the next big singer. A couple years later she has seen the baker boy she'd loved, turn into the hearthrob in a boy band called One Direction. When he comes back home from his world tour and calls her to hang out like they used to would he be the same boy she fell in love with years before?

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1. Hired!

Yes! I'm hired! Mr. Wakefield told me right after we walked out of his office after the job interview. I'm officially a woker at Holmes Chapel Bakery, everyones favourite town bakery which sold cupcake delicacies, cookie masterpieces, and many more of the town's favourite sugary treats. Mr. Wakefield told me that I will begin my training with his other baker assisant Harry. I've seen him at  high school and I might admit that he was quite cute ,but I've always bean focused on grades. For now.

Mr. Wakefield inturrupted my thoughts while saying "Camille, you better make sure you make it here at 8:30 am to open the shop with Harry." I quickly nodded, smiled and replied "You can definetly count on me!" I continued while asking "When do I recieve my uniform?". Mr. Wakefield's eyes opened for a moment and started to walk to the front of the bakery passing by ovens, pans, and baking utensils. We made to the front where from this angle I see the mahoghony glass display tables where in the center lays a cash register where a happy petite redhead recieving cash from a child paying for a cupcake.

The walls were painted a sky blue with horizontal baby pink lines run down from the roof. Two glass chandeliers hang from both sides of the roof. Tables in the color of the mahoghony display are spread throughout the floors of the bakery. You can see people laughing and talking while eating cupcakes, drinking lattés, and just taking a break from the outside world.

Mr. Wakefield walked over and checked the shelfs under the cash register and pulled out a baby blue polo with the Holmes Chapel Bakery on the left side and my name inprinted in the cloth on the right side. I smiled widely and softly grabbed the shirt. I felt my finger moving back and forth on the sowed in the polo. "Thank you Mr. Wakefield! It's awesome! I didn't know I would get it now." Middle aged Mr. Wakefield shook his head and replied "I knew that I was going to hire you than the other job appilcants. With your grades in math you'll never mess up charging someone or making a recepe." I smiled once again and said "I better get home." I started walking off to the right side of the desk was and pushed the mini door and made my way out to where to the tables were. "Tommorow 8:30!" I said excitedly leaving the bakery to the cold world outside.

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"Mami, I'm home!" I said walking in my home. I put my copy of the keys of the apartment in the front pocket of my washed out jeans. I kept walking in the small hallway passing by the stairs to the secound floor of our part of the apartment. I opened the coat closet that was next to he door of the kitchen I took off my heavy-ish jacket and hung it on a hanger and threw off my black mid calf boots into the closet as well next to my dad's yellow camping boots. I opened the door to the kitchen and saw my mom's back cooking something in a pan. Her short dark brown hair was in a high bun for being home all day. She turned around and smiled. "How did the job interview go?" she asked with her colombian accent while giving me a small embrace. I guess she still hasn't checked her phone like she never does. I texted her halfway on the way getting home saying that I got the job.

"Mami. I got the job!" I said excitedly taking out the polo out of my small bag I have bean carrying all day. My mom's smile grew larger and she embraced me again. "Yes! I'm so very proud of you mi princesa!" my mom exclamed calling me her princess in Spanish.

"Gracias and I start tommorow. I have to be there at 8:30 in the morning to open the shop with my new co-worker." I said pushing a lose string of my dark hair to the back of my ear. "Okay! So you better head to bed now so you'll be good well rested in the morning when you wake. I'll leave a small breakfast before me and your father leave for work at 5 am." I nodded and looked at the clock over the stove. It was almost 9 and I was kind of tired so I kissed my mom on the cheek went up starirs to my small room showered, and went to bed.

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