Tasty Cherry Pie

e of their famous cherry pie. It's to die for!" I get dressed in my winter gear and slip out the door with a pit in my stomach. This is so horrible. I hate this town already. The people

ad everything. I had a black American Express credit card with no limit since my sixteenth birthday. My fathe

in Bridgeworth Pines, there's no one behind me. There's only one other person around and she's feeding birdseed to the pigeons. I look back in the direction I came, wondering what would happen if I hitchhiked out of this town and started over somewhere new. Somewhere people won't know me. And where the hell is that, huh? It was a worldwide scandal. Your name is tarnished no matter where you go. The sad truth hits me. I have no choice. This is my best option. I just have to try and make the best of it. I suck in a breath and open the door. The delicious smell of baked goods overwhelms me as I step into the bakery, the little bell dinging over my head. Oh my god, it smells so g

g..." Lindsay shrugs. "Business has been a bit slow lately, so I don't mind if people come to gawk at you. Even if they hate your guts, they'll still buy a coffee and pie, so it's a win-win." "Great," I say, keeping that fake smile plastered on my face. She starts showing me around and blasting instructions at me in a rapid-fire tone. I don't think I even get five percent of it. In twenty minutes, she's told me how to make three types of danishes, croissants, six types of