Her Eyes Were Green

Chapter One. Monday.

I wake up to the annoying sound of beeping,

"It's six A.M already?" I thought to myself.

I got up and threw on a t-shirt. I leave my bedroom and head to the kitchenette. It wasn't too small of a kitchen, it had all the essentials; a coffee maker, a toaster, an oven, and a microwave. This house was old, it still had its old wallpaper from the nineteen-tens. I open the cabinet and grab two slices of white bread, I toss them into the toaster and lit the stove, I turn to the fridge and grab two eggs. Oh wait, I'm supposed to be narrating a story for you and you don't even know who I am. I'm Jacob Amberson. I live in Maxwrith, Utah. I'm Twenty years old and I'm here for college. I attend Richard College. It's basically a school for Criminal Investigators, we're getting our first cases soon. I live alone in a small apartment on Maxwrith Avenue.

As I tell you this story, I want to remind you that I am not an interesting or necessarily smart person. I am simply blunt, sarcastic, selfish, and have I mentioned dumb? I never fully think anything through before doing something, I work for my benefit and mine alone, I don't like kids (What? They're gross.), I am not friend material. The only thing that matters to me is my success and future. I find friends to be a waste of my time, they require patience, brains, and care, I don't have time for any of those things.

I crack the eggs over the pan and lightly salt and pepper them, I don't really know how to cook but I like to try, I know that if I'm gonna make it in this world I need to be able to feed myself with things other than fast food and take out, or take away if your british. Our world is not a kind one, compassion is a luxury reserved for the rich, and empathy for the weak. I aim for the first one.

I take my toast out of the toaster and spread some butter on it. I turn over to the stove and flip the eggs, then I place them onto my plate. I sit and eat my food while I brace myself for another boring day in a seemingly average town.

Ah! You see that? That's what we call foreshadowing! Keep an eye out for that, I like to piece together each foreshadowing information to try and guess the story, maybe you'd like it too.

Anyways, I finished eating and got up from the table. I walked into my bedroom and got changed. I had a lecture in about an hour so I needed to be there in proper clothing. At the time it had struck me as odd that someone could wake up so early then teach a class full of adult children. Then I remembered what highschool and elementary teachers do, and I purposefully left out middle school (also known as junior high). I am convinced that those years never happened. Back to our story.

I finished getting dressed and walked back into the kitchen, I grabbed my plate and went over to the sink and washed it, as I was washing it, I was pleasantly reminded of how much I hate water, it feels gross, looks gross, and tastes gross, either that or my water filter needed to be replaced now that I think about it. I dried off my hands and put on my shoes. I grabbed my jacket and walked out the door.

Something you should know about me, is that I live in someone's basement, it's a rental. Being a poor college student who didn't have money for a dorm on campus, it was all I had. That being said, my upstairs neighbors were awful, they were never considerate of me, now I had carefully planned out how to live my life without bothering them while I lived here, and it wasn't because I cared, it was because I didn't want to get noise complaints or even worse, evicted. But you'd think that these adults with jobs would know how to not bother someone. As I walked out the door I could hear yelling and stomping coming from above me. My neighbors were fighting again, this happens like eight times a week. But this time, something was different. They weren't yelling at each other, one of them was screaming at the other, while I can only assume they were cornered. But instead of investigating or bothering the could be Domestic murder, I just thought