Blaring Lights

Training day

"Why are you doing this to me?!" My mom yelled furiously. I looked down at my dinner plate, rubbing my handover my forehead in irritation. "Mom, can you please stop yelling." I said with a little bit of a snap. "Stop yelling? Stop yelling!?" She said hitting the table in her sudden outburst of anger, as hard as she could—not very hard I might add. "It's a job! Why are you so worked up? Dads literally a cop! Why can't I be?" I say widening my eyes and tilting my head. "Laurna, I've expressed my distaste in you being a cop! Why would you directly go against my wishes? You know your fathers job is different, he's the chief. He doesn't do street work! You could do so much more with your life, you have so many talents!" She said her anger dwindling, sadness taking its place as tears welled in her eyes. "Mom I'm sorry, but this is my passion, I don't want to do anything else." I said getting up from the table. I headed up the stairs to my room, not looking back, despite my mom calling my name. I entered my room and flopped onto my bed. 'I'm 19 years old! Why on earth is she acting this way? This is my future! Being a cop is what I wanna do!' I thought to myself. I sat on my bed for a while trying to figure out what I was gonna do. I didn't wanna mess up my relationship with my mom over this job, but I also didn't want to give up my future just because she didn't like my decision. I slid down off the headboard of my bed down to my pillow. I stared at the ceiling for maybe 20 minutes before I started to doze off. The next morning I woke up with a headache, thanks to the activities from the night before. I got up from my bed realizing I hadn't changed my clothes before falling asleep. I groaned as I headed to my closet to change; begrudgingly. After I finished changing, I looked at myself in the mirror, I gave myself a thumbs up, then walked out of my room. I did my usual routine in the bathroom, then went down stairs to eat. When I walked in the kitchen, my dad was at the table eating Huevos Rancheros, a dish he'd been making for breakfast for as long as I can remember. "Good morning papa!" I said, while opening the fridge. "We have something to talk about". He said, completely ignoring my "good morning". "Oh?" I say, trying to dig for the jam on the shelf. "Your mother told me about the incident last night." He said,taking a bite of his food. "Papa please! I plead, and groan, trying to be theatrical and dramatic, leaning my head against one of the fridge shelves. "Being a cop is my dream! I know she doesn't approve, but please. I'll do anything! I'll do all the chores! I'll cook-..."
"You're going."he said interrupting me. "Heh?" I said, a little high pitched, I lift my head, peaking from behind the fridge door to look at him. "You're going to the academy." He said, with a smirk as he continued to eat, yet to look at me. "DAD! Are you for real?!" I said, slamming the fridge door. "Don't break my fridge" he said deadpan, looking up at me. I sped walked over to the table, and side hugged him. I let go of him, and said, "what about mom? I'm confused." I cocked my eyebrow up in actual confusion. "We talked about it last night when I got home, I tried to reason with her, it kind of worked. She's still not very happy about it, but shes recognizing that it's your future, and she can't stop you." I nodded in understanding, feeling slightly bad about my moms anguish. "I guess I'll just have to make her proud, and prove to her that I can really do this."

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Welp, that's pt.1 folks. I am not planning this story whatsoever, so I'm writing as I go along.

Hope it turns out well...😅