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I can't believe this is happening to me. Why does everything always go wrong? I thought I had it all figured out, but no, the universe just had to throw me another curve ball. I'm so sick of this. Why can't I catch a break? Just once, I want things to go my way. Is that too much to ask? Ugh, I hate my luck. It's like I'm cursed or something." I am asking you what is happening in here?" He asked the manager and Robin looked at me in disbelief. Like, I've intentionally brought Ed here. I don't know what he is doing here in the first place.She shoot a glare into my direction and I shrugged off and returned my eyes back on Ed who was looking me. The manager step forward to answer him." These two girls are causing trouble. They want to enter into Miss Rebecca w party and when I refused to let them enter and call the security. They begin screaming and this one attack the security guard."The manager point the finger at me and I squeeze my eyes shut o

I call for a cab and get in the car before Ed comes back and try to stop me.I sat in the back of the taxi, tears streaming down my face. The cab driver glanced at me in the rearview mirror, concern etched on his face."What's wrong?" he asked gently.I sniffled and wiped my eyes. "Everything," I said, my voice choked with emotion. "I'm just a horrible person."The cab driver shook his head. "No one is a horrible person," he said. "We all make mistakes. It's how we learn and grow."I shook my head, not believing him. "You don't understand," I said. "I've hurt so many people. I don't know how to make it right."The cab driver was silent for a moment, then he spoke again. "It's never too late to make amends," he said. "It takes courage to admit your mistakes and try to fix them. But it's worth it in the end."I looked at him, considering his words. Maybe he was right. Maybe there was still hope for me.The cab driver nodded and started the car, pulling away from the curb. "Where to?" he

I walked into the bakery where I work, the smell of freshly baked bread and pastries filling my nose. As I made my way to the back, I saw Jared, my coworker, working at the cash register. He looked up and our eyes met, but he didn’t seem excited to see me.“Hey, Jared!” I greeted him with a smile.“Hey,” he replied, his tone flat. “Wait, you can’t go in there yet.”I stopped in my tracks, confused. “What do you mean? Why not?”Jared sighed. “The boss wants to talk to you first”" For, What?"" I don't know. He told me when you come to the bakery send you to his office. He wants to talk to you." He replied.“Oh,” I said, feeling a little deflated. I had been looking forward to starting my shift and getting to work in the kitchen. “Okay, thanks for letting me know."I turned around and headed back to the front of the bakery to find the paul and see what was going on. I begin wandering that why Paul wants to talk to me but I quickly come to the conclusion that he is going to pay me my sa

I turned around to go to the elevator and everyone was still looking me like I am a alien or something. And seriously, this making me thinking that I shouldn't have got into a fight with Paul. I am regretting a little bit but he deserves it. He is a dickhead. I couldn’t believe how shitty he had been to me. I had worked for him for five years at the bakery, pouring my heart and soul into my job. And what had he done at the end? Fired me.I clenched my fists, feeling a surge of anger and frustration. All those early mornings, all those long hours, all those burnt cakes and ruined pastries. It had all been for nothing. I will never go back to him and beg him to give me my job. Never, after what he had done and insulted me.I hurried towards the elevator, my heart pounding with anticipation. I had to get to the 10th floor and I couldn’t afford to be late. As I reached the elevator, my eyes fell on the sign that read “Out of Order”. My heart sank. I am chubby girl and the thought of climb

Declan saw me that I am overheard his conversation so he decided to move away from me in order to talk on the phone. And I begin to wander who was he telling about the victoria.Well, I quickly realized that it's none of my business to be defending someone whom I don't know. I didn't even know who's on the wrong side. Maybe, this man was right I am talking emotionally sigh and thought everywhere I go something bad happened. Maybe, I am the problem and I should be staying at home and cry over my fate because that is what God wants from me.I decided to grab my bag and leave the place before anything worse happens and I turn around to search Victoria whom was nowhere to be seen. I thought, She might be went out to get the designer for fixing the dress.I went into the dressing room to get my purse. As I rummaged through my bag, I couldn’t help but think about the events that had just transpired. I felt a mix of emotions - confusion, frustration, and a sense of helplessness. I took a dee