Jay pulls my arm and drags me into the building.
One my left there is a door marked 'ID Cards'. One my right is a door marked 'Reception'.
There are rows and rows of desks and chairs. Beyond them, at the far corner, sits two offices, and a man in each.
Both men look out and at me and Jay, still standing at the open door. At the same moment, the men walk out of the offices and pass the desks and right to us.
One man stands tall. He has blonde locks and brilliant blue eyes. His mouth is small and shallow but his smile is deep and soft.
The other man has black hair and brown narrow eyes. His skin is tanned. His mouth wider than then the other man but his smile is more powerful, more meaningful.
"Jason, you finally brought a girl in." Jokes the blonde dude who batters Jay on the shoulder.
"Not really, Terrance. This one has lost her tattoo and is a new member of the team."
"We better get you an ID badge, then, miss." The black haired man says and takes my hand to take me into the 'ID Card' room.
I snatch my hand away.
"I can take care of myself. I have three days to prove myself to Mr Big-Shot Alex. So just give me something to do." I start to get really angry and my voice lowers and my teeth start to grind.
"Hey, chill Raz. We'll get it done no probs. Just. First. Let's get your ID sorted." Jay puts his hands on my shoulders and guides me into the room on my left.
It takes about an hour. But I have my photo taken, my name and other kinds of detail collected. And a card given to me.
'Name: Detective Razzy Coals
Age: 36
Blood type: B-
Description: brown hair, green eyes, white skin, pink lips, small nose, birth mark behind right ear
Height: 5'5"
Here: tattoo loss"
''Tattoo loss' what the fuck? Am I some kind of puppy dog?'
"There you go. Your name tag." The girl (with a tag on that reads 'Maisy') says.
This 'Maisy' has curly brown hair tied in a neat curly bun. Her shoulders and neck are covered by a white spotty blouse. Her thin legs are shield by black trousers. Tiny feet are protected by tiny black ballet pumps.
"Yay! I'm officially a dog."
We both laugh.
"Good to finally have an other girl round here. I'm Maisy."
"Razzy. But you probably read that."
We laugh again.
"Come on. I'll show you were the guys are waiting for ya."
I follow Maisy into the big office arena. Men are running back and forth, too and fro. They have no purpose but are determined to get the jobs done.
"Raz." Jay calls and waves at me.
I go to him.
"Hold up." Maisy calls.
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Death Dates
Teen FictionFrom birth we are tattooed with a date on our right arm. That date represents the day we die. Razzy is a cafe owner and had lost her dad on her 9th birthday. Or so she thought. Once her date is reached she finds that nothing is as it seems. And sh...
