Dreamlocked

Chapter 1: The Rain

Hello readers (if I have any lol),

I am here to install the very first chapter of my story. So here I go, without regret and without much considersation to how the outcome may end up.

Well enjoy......

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The rain outside my window reminded me how much I loved it. I loved the smell when it ends and when the lights caused the droplets to twinkle like falling stars. Today was Tuesday. What a day. Anything could happen, but nothing was because I was stuck in my flat on a holiday forced on me. Today was the last day of my jail sentence and I could go back to work tomorrow. I closed the book in my lap. The cover was well loved and matched the rest of the book. Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone. This copy had been mine since I was little or littler anyway. I pulled my glasses off my nose. These were new, just for reading, but still necessary. They were black and plastic; completely ordinary, completely plain. Just like this damned Tuesday. There could be something happening right now and wouldn’t be able to help because I needed a day off. I stood up. A bus passed outside the window. There was a replica phone booth across the street. It was blue. The rain was streaking the window, but I could only assume it was an old police call box. Curious, I hadn’t seen it before today. I pulled my notepad from my back pocket and jotted down a question. What was that box?

I turned from the window and journeyed to the coat rack. My favorite trench was lurking there. It was tan, went to my knees, and buttoned down the front. This was one of the first times I’ve been off work for more than ten hours in at least three months. Partly because my last investigation took longer than expected. Mistaken identity; the worst, but I solved it. Even though I was fine, Mr. Piccard suggested I leave for a bit. One day was a bit. Besides, my work was my life and I had nothing better to do. I pulled on the jacket and slipped my glasses in one of the inside pockets of the coat. I pulled my hair out of the collar and pulled it up into a bun. Busy work, I thought. I was facing a big fact; I was bored out of my mind. Doing nothing all day was torture. I needed a challenge; I wanted to think, solve, discover, and be generally more clever than anyone in the room.

I finished my hair and reached for my keys. My hand encountered something other than the little metal, magic door openers. It had a rough surface parallel to the table. A book? I looked down. Brilliant. The spine was read and the cover green, the title in gold: The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. My all-time favorite detective story. I wrapped my hand around the spine, snagged my keys, and shouldered an umbrella. A quaint café and the book, I made a plan for myself.

I opened the door to my flat and turned my head back. Many of the surfaces were covered in books and papers, there was no TV, and the back wall was completely made of windows. I stepped through the flat door and closed it behind me. I turned into the hallway and felt a sigh deep in my chest. I had no neighbors on the top floor of the building. My flat was the only one up here. No one bothered to talk to me anyway, Cassidy Nethers: the mad detective on the third floor. Too bad I wasn't actually mad. It must be fun; more fun than I’m having at least.

I started off book in hand, notepad in my back trouser pocket, and my umbrella under my arm. At the lift my finger reached for the button, but the doors were already opening and a man was stepping out. I stepped around him and into the lift, but he climbed in after me. I was very keenly aware that I suddenly had an awful pop song stuck in my head. I cracked the spine on the words of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. The ride was quiet all except for my humming. Why had that man stepped out onto my floor? I was the only one up there, but I had never seen him before so he couldn't have been there to visit me, I didn’t have many visitors anyway. Maybe he was lost. I turned my attention back to Sherlock and his adventures. I was still humming my damned song. The stranger cleared his throat loudly and obnoxiously, it was a sound that demanded to be heard. I closed the book and turned.

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~Avery (Tessa)