Name here [Meghan Blitz]

[Ella]

CHOCOLATE CAKE

I walk towards the bakery, a loaf in each arm. Ugh. I hate helping. They smell pretty good, too. I spot some bratty seam kids staring at me, no, not me, the bread. as I walk by them, kind of rubbing it in their faces. I wish there were more merchants, it's lonely. I mean, there's Vanilla and all but, she's not my friend. She's my twin. Huge huge difference there. The delicious scent of the fresh bread comes into my nostrils, making the fresh air actually smell kinda nice. My blonde hair falls in little messy clumps down my head, as I forgot to brush it this morning. Mom is obsessed with how I look. Oh well, when have I ever liked mom? That's what I thought. Most of my siblings do, especially Vanilla and Blackout. Not so much Lem and Abby, though.  Sounds come through my ears. Happy sounds. They, make, me, SICK. Literally, I want to throw up right now. A little thing of puke brings itself up my throat, but stops abruptly at the tip of my tongue and leaves as quickly as it came, back down my throat. But anyhow! I stand still there, waiting for mom to come back home and unlock the door to the bakery so I can finally put down these damn loaves of delicious bread. That isn't a very good sentence, is it? Crystal blue eyes look around for my annoying mom as pale hands set the loaves on the ground. Yes, the ground. It's still good though! Picky picky... words: 260

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[Meghan]

I thought I saw someone walking into the little bakery next door as I was  gathering up a couple of the supplies. Looking back, I realized I should have hollered or waved my arms or anything to catch their attention, but it was too late for that, wasn't it? I  hoped Edamiah hadn't noticed our neighbor walk by. She would throw some innocent insult in my direction, informing me of my sheer stupidity as I failed to cut myself some time. Instead, with quick desperation I threw the rest of the supplies in a bag and ran off like an idiot after the stranger. (Why had I not bothered to learn the neighbors names before now? Was I really that thick-headed?

"See ya, loser." My darling Edie called after my scrambling feet. She meant well, I was sure of it. Edie didn't see me as a loser. She saw me as her best friend. Of course she did. I was her twin, she loved me.

I pushed through the door and nearly hopped the five feet to the neighboring shop. I was told to have these supplies ready by 12. It was 11:59. I was making good time, or so I thought. I struggled to pull their door open with my foot, but eventually I was able to dance enough to get myself through. Never mind the flour in my hair and the frosting on my arms, I was on time. 


"You work here?" I inquired of the girl who entered before me. "I was told to bring you some of our tools for the afternoon. Some special order."

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[Ella]

CHOCOLATE CAKE

"You work here?" A pretty girl with platinum blonde hair questions me. I answer her after a few seconds. Easy question. Shouldn't she know by now? "Uh, yeah. Of course." My lowish voice replies to the sweet girl. I hate sweet. "I was told to bring you some of our tools for the afternoon. Some special order." She adds, opening the door for me. See? Sweet. I already don't like her. Seems like a dumb blonde type girl. Wait. I'm blonde, too. Oops. I take that back! Maybe I should dye my hair... to fit the Chocolate image. My parents should've called me like, White or something. White and Vanilla. Much better, eh?  "Just set it down anywhere, i guess. So where do you work?" I say suddenly as I enter the bakery. It's not very nice... kinda messy and flour everywhere. Living the life. Bet those bratty seam people have neat houses. And they think they have problems? Yeah... right. There worst problem is starvation, and I've seen people starve themselves on purpose. It can't be that bad. Am I right or am I right? Yeah. What I thought. My pale hands reach up to golden blonde hair tied up into a little messy bun and scan it for the piece that unties it. I push my chin down a little bit and unwrap it, putting the band in my pocket and facing her again.  "I've never seen you around. Or at least, lately. I might not remember you." I add after a little pause, studying her face a bit more.. Yeah, no. I don't remember her one bit. She looks a bit familiar, but not really. I could just be missing it. Not a very good memory I have. words: 288

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[Meghan]

She doesn't seem that friendly, but I feel that I must be misjudging her. She's probably a kind girl, and maybe today has just been rough for her. I could excuse her short words and vague instructions. She doesn't know who I am? How does she not know who I am, even if I forget her identity for just a moment.

We've always worked together. This bakery and my family. We were friendly with them. Our shop specialized in events, and they did the general sweets. It was kind of a mutual agreement we had going on. They sent the big orders to us, and we sent the small things to them. Easy peasey.

"Thanks." I mumbled, and dropped the order. "Need help? I was told to do the icing." I offered, giving the girl a fake smile but hoping she didn't notice my insincerity. I didn't like rude people. Especially after the day I was having.

"So where do you work?" The girl asked plainly. I stared at her for a moment and blinked. What?

"Next door... I do all the decorating. My parents own the sweets shop, you know?" I respond.
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