Spark

Chapter 2- Hunter

Status: Enemies

I got up out of bed and glanced at my phone for a message. Disappointed, I put it back down, got dressed in a gray t-shirt and black shorts, and shoved it into my pocket. I walked out into the living room and walked over to my computer to check my email. When I saw that there was nothing there either, I slammed the computer shut in frustration and leaned back in my chair, frowning. Would I ever receive the news? I had applied a week ago, so what was taking them so long to respond?

Sighing, I got up and went into the kitchen to make some breakfast. I made three over-easy eggs, a piece of toast with butter, and a single sausage link. I loved cooking, and I did it for most of my meals, rarely going out to eat, except for when I went to the bar some nights. Like last night. Though I had gone to the bar last night to drink, I hardly had a full beer before I ran into trouble with a girl. I was just walking along and minding my own business when some random lady threw her drink on the floor in front of me- she said it was an accident, but I didn't believe her- and I slipped and practically broke my back.

Shaking my head to get rid of the memory, I got up and rinsed my plate and put it in the dishwasher, then went to check my email again. Before I got there though, I got a phone call, the phone vibrating in my pocket and playing a ringtone I had made myself of drums. I drew my phone out of my pocket and clicked the answer button when I saw that it was one of my best friends, Jaxon. I held the phone up to my ear and said hello.

"Hey, Hunter! How you doing, man? You get a response yet?" A voice said on the other line, rather loudly for 7:30 AM. I sighed and sat down heavily in the armchair across from the television and my desk. 

"No, no response at all. I don't know why it's taking them so damn long. Do you know why?" I asked him, running my hand through my light brown hair.

"I would guess they have a lot of stuff going on, and probably have a lot of other applicants, wouldn't you think? I mean, it is the police force." Jaxon examined. 

"I suppose." I sighed. "I've already checked my email and my messages. Which one do you think they would reach out in first?"

"I would actually think the mail, dude. Police like to be formal, y'know?"

I stood, my eyes lighting up as I looked outside at the mailbox at the end of my walkway. "Dude, you are genius! I'll go check it right now, and I will call you back later, okay?" I hung up as he started to say something else, and I sprinted toward the door. I swung it open and rushed toward the mailbox. I peered inside and pulled out the few envelopes in there. Two bills, and one orange large envelope. I looked at the return address on it, then gasped when I saw when it said.

Maypharrington Police Department

I smiled and walked back into my house, closing the door softly behind me. I leaned against the door, staring at the letter and feeling too nervous to open it. I reached up and ripped the flap holding it closed, then pulled out the small letter inside, along with a few of the packets that came with it. I felt my heart speed up and I sat down in the nearest chair, the one right by the door that my guests and I always used to sit down and take our shoes off. I set the packets down in my lap along with the envelope, then read the letter.

Thank you, Cadet Hunter, for applying to enter the Maypharrington Police Academy. We received your application online and we approve of your traits and qualities that you listed, and would like to congratulate you on making it into the Police Academy. We invite you to join us on Monday of next week, when the Police Training will start, and you will be joined by at least ten other Police trainees. Please read the packets we sent with this letter to get more information about what to expect in the Police Academy. If you have any questions, please email the Chief of Police. Congratulations!

                                                                                                    Sincerely, Chief Damoon

I grinned and set down the letter, then picked up the packets, looking at the covers, both of which had pictures of police trainees - well, training. I moved to a more comfortable chair and sat down to read through the packets, reading about how I would learn all the skills a police officer would need. I would learn how to shoot a series of guns (obviously one of the best parts), and I would learn how to talk to people to calm them down in an emergency situation, and how to arrest people... the list went on and on. 

I read the packets for another hour, until I was done with them, then picked up my phone and texted my parents, telling them about how I got in. They congratulated me, and I told the rest of my friends, then made a Facebook post about it. I stretched and got up, then went about my normal day, doing chores, gaming, and exercising. 

It was Friday, and so I had two days to prepare for my first day of work. I was excited, and I couldn't wait to go and meet my fellow trainees and coworkers.

...

Monday came, and I got up at six in the morning, ready for when it started at eight. I got dressed in one of my nicest outfits and made my way down to the Police Station after a quick breakfast, and walked up to the desk receptionist.

"Excuse me, where would the Police Trainee room be?" I asked her, and she smiled at me and led me to a room with nine other people in it, all sitting in chairs facing each other. Only one seat was empty, and it was right across the room from a woman... a woman I recognized.