(If it is not already obvious, I do not own the pictures)
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My eyes opened, I had a headache. What time is it? Is if answering my unasked question, my watch began to beep. Six o'clock then. Or five after. I rolled over and blindly reached for the watch. I grabbed it and squinted at the screen. Six. I sat up and stretched. I scanned the room for any overnight changes. Nothing. I stood up and walked over to the closet. Last day of finals. Yay! What should I wear? Normal outfit? Normal outfit. I grabbed a pair of jeans and a tee shirt. I jogged over to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I slid down the railing to the first floor, backpack in hand. I grabbed an apple, and began to eat. I wonder who my stalker is. They can be violent, but they can control it. How did they know I love sunflowers though. I normally dislike the color yellow. And I haven't mentioned sunflowers in months.
A knock at the door broke my train of thought. I tossed my apple core at the trash. Miss. Sighing, I walked over to it and dropped it in manually. The knocking came again, louder. Hold your damn horses. I'm coming. I looked though the peep hole. Why is officer Jones here? I opened the door. "Hi?" I said questioningly. "Ah, hello," he smiled, "I came by to tell you a few things. May I come in?" I nodded, pulling the door open further. He walked inside and I lead him to the kitchen. I want more food, and I can offer him some. "Want something to eat or drink," I asked. He shook his head, "Nah, I'm good." I grabbed a mug and began to make some hot chocolate. "I came here to tell you a few things about what happened yesterday," he started, "One, the court date is tomorrow. We would like you to testify." I nodded, pulling my mug out of the microwave . "Two," he continued,"the man has a history of incidents like this." "Ok," I said as I stirred the chocolate dust into the milk. "And finally, we are planning on charging him with attempted murder," he finished. I glanced up, alarmed, "Wait, what?" "Well," he coughed, " we reviewed the tapes, and he pushed you down the stairs in such a way, that if you hadn't twisted slightly. Well, you would have snapped your neck." That fucker tried to kill me! Guess I'm lucky I have good reflexes. "Seems fair," I said. "On a similar note," he turned to me, "have you seen a doctor?" I shook my head, "Doctors are expensive, and this doesn't warrant a doctor." His face twisted with worry,"We'll have a medic check it out on Saturday." I shrugged, downing the rest of my hot chocolate. My phone beeped, time to go. I should take the exercise easy while I have a head wound. I think I'll skip today. Officer Jones stood up, "I'll see you at the court house Saturday." "What time?" I raised an eyebrow. His eyes widened, and he smacked his forehead, " I can't believe I forgot. Trial starts at ten. Try to show up by nine." "Got it," I nodded, "see you then." "Bye," he called as he waked out the door. I'd say bye back but he's already out of earshot. What order are my finals today? History, then science, field med, and finish the day with an easy final. Creative writing. Yay! I smiled. I'm going to get to school early to study. I scooped my bag off the table and slung it over my shoulder. I hissed at the sudden pain. Bruised, I forgot about that. I stepped out of the building, locking the door behind me and began my walk to the bus. After a quick 15 minute walk I arrived at my destination. A bus pulled up a mere minute later and I climbed on. I sat next to an older college student. She turned to look at me and her eyes widened. "A-are you ok?" She asked. I blinked, "Oh yeah. I am." "Do you need someone to call the cops?" She looked concerned. What does she. . . Oh! "Oh," I laughed slightly, "you think I'm being abused. I'm not, just had a bad day at work yesterday." "Must be a sucky job," she said carefully. I shrugged, "Being a mall cop has its ups and downs. These are the worst injuries I've gotten." "Oh," she murmured, turning back to her phone. I stared out the window, daydreaming. I snapped back to reality when I heard a picture being taken. I glanced at the girl next to me she was examining something on her phone. Selfie. The bus pulled up to the college and we all piled out. I stretched and headed for the history building. I sat down in my history teachers room, and pulled out my notes. I also put my earbuds in and turned on music. I tuned out the world and began to review. I barely glanced up as the other students drifted in. In what felt like only a few minutes the bell rang.
