Spark

Chapter 3- The Academy

Status: Enemies

I got up in the morning, after turning off my alarm without glancing at the clock. I pulled on a blue t-shirt and jeans, then went to the bathroom to brush my long hair and brush my teeth. I went out to the kitchen and made myself a small bowl of oatmeal, then placed my bowl in the sink and fed my three cats and five chickens. I lived in a small house with a big yard, and each of my neighbors were a mile away from me, so my chickens were free to roam. I sat down in my armchair in the living room, about to get comfortable, when I glanced at the clock and saw that it was fifteen minutes to eight.

My mind was blank for a moment, and then I jumped out of my chair and rushed to my room to put a nicer outfit on. Shit, shit, shit, shit SHIT! I thought, pulling on a cleaner pair of jeans and a blue-and-white button up shirt over my blue t-shirt, then rushed to the bathroom to put some extra deodorant on, then spent five minutes looking for my keys, before finally rushing out the door and heading toward the Police Station.

I had gotten a letter two days ago, an acceptance letter from the Police Academy, saying to be there on Monday, at eight in the morning. I had made a post on Facebook about it, and my two online friends, one in real life friend, and my parents had commented on it and congratulated me. Luckily, the Police Station was only five minutes away from my house, so I wasn't late. I rushed in the door at five-till and bent over in front of the receptionist, my hands on my knees, and breathed heavily.

"Police... Academy? Where? Wait?" I gasped, and the lady smiled sympathetically at me and led me to a room with ten chairs in it, and eight of them occupied. I sat at one, across from another empty seat, and nodded thanks to the receptionist. She left the room, but she had probably barely had time to sit down again before I heard the door open again, and I heard a voice ask something, though I couldn't hear the words. I sat up straighter and tried to contain my gasping for air as I heard footsteps coming towards the room again, and straightened my hair, which had become a bit messy again. Got to make a good impression on my coworkers, I thought, glancing towards the door. 

As the man came into the room, I recognized him and he seemed to recognize me as well. Our eyes met again, and another spark of energy zapped the air between us, made purely of surprise. "No way," we said simultaneously. I narrowed my eyes at him and he narrowed his at me and clenched his fists. He stood there a moment, before looking at the only empty seat in the room, directly across from me. I felt the eyes of the others in the room flicking between us, wondering what had happened between us.

It was the same guy at the bar, from three nights ago! The one who had pulled me out of my chair and right into the glass on the floor! his light brown hair was neatly combed, and he was wearing a nice black shirt, and gray jeans, and his dark green eyes had a twinkle of excitement in them, almost buried by the despise for me. What was he glaring at me for? He was the one in the wrong here! I glared right back at him as he made his way toward the empty seat and sat down, and the receptionist cleared her throat, looking somewhat bewildered and confused.

"Uh... Ahem. Sir, you are the last recruit,--"she was obviously speaking to my enemy"--and you all will meet the Chief in..." She glanced at the watch on her arm. "Approximately seven minutes. Have a nice first day at the Police Academy!" With a last glance at me and my enemy throwing death glares at each other the entire time she was speaking, she left the room. I slouched over and put my hands together, glaring at him, while he sat up straighter and gave me look full of poison, which seemed to compliment his dark eyes. In a bad way, of course.

"Why are you here?" He asked finally, with despise, after a minute of us looking at each other and the other trainees exchanging awkward glances, but wisely staying silent. I curled my lip at him and sat up slightly.