CARA

Success doesn't come easy. Success requires hard work. That was the last sentence of the book I was reading. I was so hooked on the book that I forgot someone was waiting for me. "Cara, hurry up! Your dad is waiting for you," my mom shouted. I hurriedly picked up my book and went downstairs. I grabbed a sandwich and an orange juice and went inside the car.  "Where's Carlon?" my father asked me as soon as I entered the car.  "He's coming, "I told him, and I saw carlon running down the stairs. "Why are we in a hurry, dad? My class is at 9 am. It's not even 8 in the morning, "Carlon asked my dad while my dad started to run the car. "I need to talk to a client. They're planning to withdraw their huge orders from us. I can't let that happen. Our employees started working on their orders we will lose a lot of money if that happens since it's customized," Dad told us furiously

CHAPTER THREE The next morning. I met up with Julia in front of our school. We decided to buy some breakfast before our class started. The smell of the newly baked bread at the bakery attracted us, so we went to buy some. "This bread tastes good," I said while munching on the bread.  "Hmm, it's okay, but I think my mom's homebaked bread is tastier," Julia said.I tasted some of Julia's mom's bread and pastry. Julia always gives me whenever she brings some of them to school. I bet she'll go big when she tries to sell it, but she has another job, and baking was just her hobby. Julia must be so lucky to have a good baker mom at home. I know she's trying to learn how to bake cakes now, and I'm excited to try it. "Do you want to make delicious bread with me?" she winked at me, and I frowned at her. "Then, if it tastes good, let's try to sell it," she added. "What if it doe

"Do I know him?" I asked Julia   "Why aren't you saying a thing to us?" Austin asked her also.   "I'm sorry. I'm planning to tell you soon, but you caught me today," Julia said. "Let's have some lunch, and I'll tell you about him,"   No wonder she wants me to date.   We went to a Chinese restaurant inside the mall. Austin ordered for us at the counter.   "Tell me now, who's the guy?" I asked her,   "Let's wait for Austin," she laughed.   When Austin arrived with our food, he asked Julia who the guy was.   "Austin, I'm sorry if I didn't tell you sooner, but I want you to promise not to be mad at me. Okay?" Julia asked him.   "Geez, now I'm sure I know the person. Fine, I won't get mad. Tell me now who the guy is,"   I was listening to them, waiting for Julia to say the name. I

AUSTIN POVSince the start of our college life, cara has been there to help us all the time. I'll miss her a lot this semester. I know she'll work all day, and I hope she won't stress herself too much because of their problem. I was already in our room for our first subject for today. I sat at the back and waited for Julia to arrive. This girl is always late nothing changes. Our professor last semester almost dropped her out of the class because she's always late in her class. She always has excuses, unlike cara, who is always early and always prepared for a quiz or any test. These two best friends are opposite, but they get along. I guess the one thing that made us closer is whenever we think about the future. We always visualize our future, and whenever we do that, I get motivated and inspired to do more. We wanted to be successful, and I'm glad to partner with them in this baking business. I hope we can make this big, and speaking of baking. I have to talk to

Julia and I sent the cookies and brownies to the social media influencers. We are excited about their feedback because we know our products are good.  "My professor talked to me yesterday," Julia said as we went out of the delivery store."Why? is there something wrong?" I asked."My grades are getting low," she said in frustration."Why?" I asked her again. Julia is not as studious as I am but she did great in our previous semester, same as Austin."I don't know, but our professor told me that noticed that I was a bit distracted.""Do you think baking is distracting you? I can bake our orders alone, so you can focus on your class," I said. I don't want her to be distracted. I care about her grades, it's her future."No, it's not baking. Our professor told me I spent too much time on Dylan," she said."You think so?" I asked."Maybe he's right. Instead of studying g I alway