A Shooting Star

Wake Me Up

(Heat Of The Moment by Asia plays suddenly and loudly in the background)

Alice wakes up abruptly and her head hits the wooden headboard. Hard.

"Fuck that hurt," she says.

Alice gets up slowly and rubs her head, sitting on the edge of her bed, her feet dangling, centimeters off the tile floor. She can already feel the welt beginning to swell and she already knows today is going to be a bad day. She sighs, gets up and stretches her body, then, still rubbing her head, walks towards the kitchen to get herself a mug of her favorite morning coffee.

She hears her phone ring as she's pouring her coffee, and groans loudly.

"Come on man! It's my freaking day off! Can't you guys just leave me alone for God's sake?!" She sees that it's her squad commander then reluctantly picks up the phone and answers with a grumble.

"Hello?"

"ALEX! GET HERE NOW!"

"It's Alice, Grumpy. And it's my day off man. And I deserve it too! I've been working my ass off all week!"

"WHAT WAS THAT?! I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS ABOUT YOUR DAYS OFF! I NEED A DAY OFF TOO IF YOU DON'T KNOW!"

Alice sighs and, realizing she's not going to have her way, she agrees to come to work, "Fine fine fine. Don't blow your head off. Sheesh. I'll be there in 30. Okay?"

"DON'T YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO AND WHAT NOT TO DO. YOU HAVE 15. GET HERE. NOW!"

Alice hangs up and stomps to the bathroom, angry and frustrated. She draws her bath, then sits in it and lays back, enjoying the warmth of the water. Ten minutes later, she gets up, and gets dressed, putting on her uniform, strapping her electric baton to her left hip and her gun to her right hip. She leaves her house, still feeling slightly irritated at losing her day off, but still ready for anything her squad commander could throw at her.

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Hey guys, sorry for the (extremely) late update. I'll try to be quicker with the next one. Thank you!