Serendipity | h.s.

Tired.

Chapter 1

I woke up from my peaceful well deserved sleep and sat up in my bed with my eyes still closed. I was definitely not a morning person and no one could change that, not even I could even if I wanted to, not sure I even want to, though.

I groaned as I tripped over a misplaced piece of clothe on my floor and reminded myself to atleast hide it all in my closet before my father decides to barge in and have a screaming match with me about me being a messy snob and I should always tidy up my room.

No matter how many times I tell him that it's my room and if I dont want to clean it, I won't, he still goes with the typical phrase of any parent.

"It's my house."

I finally got to my good enough sized bathroom and did ny morning routine, deciding on showering after my unnecessary everyday practice.

To my dad, it is necessary to always train, for knowing is not good enough and whatever you practice in training should become an instinct.

It seems to him that I'm an animal.

I might as well be one if he keeps ordering me around like I'm a dog who needs training. He literally calls me a 'Good Girl' whenever I nail down a high kick or beat up a guy twice my size. Any other dad would be proud with their daughter having good grades and a good reputation and by that I mean not being a S L U T, but then there's my dad.

"MORNING, SUNSHINE." My father's overly joyed, deep voice banged in my ears as I appeared in the kitchen with my training outfit on: Nike shoes, sportbra and yoga pants.

I groaned once again and ignored him, not pleased with his morning person personality at all.

I hate morning people.

and Mornings.

and People.

I hate a lot of things, specially in the morning.

"Ready for training?" He asked drinking from his coffee, his glasses laid on his nose and his black t-shirt laid on his well toned body.

I guess my dad was sorta handsome, as handsome as a daughter can say her father is.

I shrugged at his previous question, my obvious grumpy attitude showing a little.

"I forgot how quiet you are in the morning."He chuckled uder his breath as he headed towards the door, for our daily morning jog.

I rolled my eyes,'How can you forget when I sorta remind you every morning?'

"You coming?" His voice called from outside. I groaned once again for what seemed for the hundreth time this morning and lazily got up from my seat in the island counter.

My dark hair was held up my a black ponytail and swung along with the wind and my slight quick steps as me and my middle aged father ran on the familiar trail I took every morning

since age 10.

"Are you ready for your evaluation today?" He asked while keeping a steady jogging pace next to me. I sighed as I remembered that I today, indeed, had an evaluation.But it wasn't just any evaluation, it was basically what would make me part of the agency, even though I already felt as if I was with all the training and I sometimes even helped my dad in the field, hidden of course. He would never in a million years make me in charge of a case he was in charge of or even participate for that matter. But I was fine with that, I didn't want to participate in any activity having to do with murder, no matter what threat they were, they could kill all they wanted, but I certainly wasn't going to kill someone on purpose because I had received orders to do so, even if I was specifically trained to do so.