I pulled down my white and pink apron from the hook to my waist. Tied it around my hips, and started off in the direction of the kitchen. 

I gently pushed open the door, peeking in to make sure no one was behind it. Walked in, swinging around to watch it close. Once it shut I grabbed the clipboard off the hook on the door. Whistling while reading it through,

Order of:

Phoenix jam 

Dragonturtle yogurt

A dozen brioche buns  

{For Mrs. Fridolf}

“Gosh...” I sighed, placing the clipboard on the counter. I pulled my hair back into a ribbon, tying it up into a ponytail. I stretched my arms and turned on my heels. 

“OW!” At that moment I felt the blistering pain of a piece of wood stabbing the bottom of my foot. I looked down at my feet, my eyes widened. I screeched in a deafening horror, 'I forgot my shoes!' 

I facepalmed, disregarding the pain (and blood) from the heel of my foot. I was sort of in awe at my situation. 'How’d I not notice ‘till now?', and then a sudden realization crossed my thoughts,

“Mr. Bill knew! That’s why he was laughing like a crazy person.” I furiously said out loud, hoping no one would hear my immense irritation caused by the boss of the establishment.

I facepalmed once again while hoping backward, towards the counters sitting on it and attempted first aid on the bleeding heel of the foot.

***

After some (very) light first aid, I hopped off and started to the sink. Turned it on, and washed my hands. I splashed my face with water.

“This is going to be a good day Lastic... Yeah.”

I thought aloud. I rubbed my face with my hands, sighing with dread of the backlash my “missing shoe’s case” would bring. Also knowing my “words of encouragement” didn’t help me one bit. I wiped my face dry, this time with a towel, and let another sigh.

I clapped my hands to stop myself from thinking about it to much,

“LET’S GET STARTED!”

I shouted, pumping myself up for the day.

But, wishes rarely come true... well, at least for me.