After All This Time

Chapter One

DISCLAIMER!!!
I will be re-writing Season 1, frankly because it's cringy

(Chapter Re-written)

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, the same one that has been repeating for the last 12 years. I opened my eyes and unplugged my clock, not wanting to be annoyed with pressing all of the wrong buttons and setting a bad mood for the remainder of my day. I looked outside to see the sky being a light purple, knowing that it was exactly 5:31 A.M. I sat up, the covers still being on me, and I drank the remainder of my water on my bedside table, then looking around the room to wake myself up. The white walls with cheap artwork from thrift stores, the gray curtains, comforter, furniture. Almost everything in my apartment was what came with the room when I bought it, not having enough money to afford most of my furniture. I stood up and grabbed my last piece of fruit for my breakfast before I started my morning routine. Making my bed, tidying up my shitty little studio apartment, showering, and then getting dressed to go to the police station.

My life was stuck.

Almost as soon as I was done with everything, I looked in my fridge to get something else to eat, but the only things in there were some condiments, cottage cheese, and milk. I would have gone and made some cereal, but the place that I was currently living in didn't have enough room for a pantry, not even enough cabinet space. But I brushed it off, deciding that I would grab a donut for dinner and go grocery shopping tomorrow, although I didn't even have enough money for rent this month. The 'rent due' paper on my fridge has been on the back of my mind, as well. But I left my apartment, only to realize that I left my keys inside as soon as the door shut. I turned around and tilted my head slightly as I took a bite of my fruit, and I heard a click come from my door. I opened it and grabbed my keys and wallet that were on the table next to the door before going back to my car. I passed my motorbike and got in the police car that the station provided me. Looking at the clock, I realized that I was 15 minutes behind my usual schedule, which didn't matter because I knew that I was going to be fired soon anyway. As I started my car and pulled out of the apartment complex that looked like it was some sort of 1 star hotel, I thought about what I was going to do after today, wanting to leave my home before having the landlord come by and give me a lecture. In the past 2 years, I had paid my rent late around 6 times, and my landlord was fed up with it and was telling me that I would be evicted if it was paid late once more. And surprise, surprise. Yesterday was rent day. I would have had enough money to pay it this month, but I got a speeding ticket from the Station, which was not good for my job either. Although rent was only $550 a month, my ticket cost about a third of that, so I didn't have enough money for groceries anyway. I decided that as soon as I got home, I would pack up my bags and find a place to stay.

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I took a deep breath, knowing the trouble I would be in for arriving 27 minutes late. Turning my car off and tucked my keys into my pocket, before walking into the police station. I opened the door and passed the front desk trying to get to my station of work.

One of my colleagues passed by me and then stopped before talking to me, "The boss wants to talk to you."

I sighed and crossed my arms as I turned around, "Oh, I wonder why? What ever did I do so wrong, Beeman?"

"Stop it with the sarcasm, Y/N." He calmed his tone down, "You sound just like your brother, and you know what happened to him."

"The one that's a druggie, on the moon, missing, or dead?" I furrowed my brows, "You know I have several, dipshit."

Then I sensed this big figure approaching me, followed by a deep voice, "I believe he means the one that was removed from the I.P.D, as well as every other academy from the state."