Chapter One~
January 8th, 2008......eleven years later.
I reached over the nightstand and smacked at the alarm clock until it shut off. I looked at it and it read 5:09 am. Then I looked to the calender on my wall, today was January 8th, 2008, Tuesday to be exact. To be more accurate, my birthday, also the anniversary of my parents deaths. God how I wish I could stay in and not go to work, but let's get real. I knew that wasn't an option. Sighing, I rolled out of bed, went into the bathroom, and turned on the shower. I took off my bed clothes, which were really only boxer shorts and a small t-shirt, and stepped under the hot spray.
Freshly clean, I got out, rapped myself in one of my large towels, and looked at myself in the mirror. My long, straight, jet black hair, high cheek bones, gracefully curved stature, and five feet six inches of height all came from my mother. My clear, light mcha complexion and green flecked grey eyes came from my dad. When I lived with my grandmother five years ago, before she died, I used to feel like Ihad someone. Now it feels as is i have no one at all.
Couldn't sit here thinking about that all day, so i got dressed putting on my police uniform. Iworked at the Atlanta Police Department A.K.A. the APD. As For my hair, I just pulled it back into a high ponytail and brushed my bangs. When I looked at the clock again it 5:42 am. No time to eat breakfast, I'de just have to pick it up on the way, or not at all. Unlocking my car, a black charger GT with a dark grey interior, (which my grandmother got me for my birthday).
I walked into the police station and was surprised when more than a dozen cops and some receptionist popped out from hidden places and yelled "happy birthday!" at me. My best friend sense high school, Carla Luis, came from behind a desk, a cake in her hands, with a number twenty-two candle stuck in the middle. She walked over to me with a huge smile on her face and excitement in her deep brown eyes and said, "Happy birthday Luna!" She held the cake in front of me.
I plastered a huge smile in my face and looked at everybody. "Thank you so much guys." I said, hoping it came out as happy as I was trying to act. I guessed it worked because everybody smiled back at me.
"Well Ms. Grey, blow the out those candles already. I ain't gettin' any younger!" Chief of Police, Roland Bradley, said. At six feet two inches, with a husky build, bright blue eyes, and silver-grey hair, he really did look like a Chief of Police. Well to me he did. I leaned over and blew the candles out on my cake. Everybody cheered and clapped. I clapped with them, trying to be enthusiastic for them. I've only been here for two years and made sure nobody knew when my birthday was coming up, except for Carla. She probably told everyone, thinking it would make me super happy. That's why I didn't want to tell her when we first met in high school, but she insisted, using the "I'm your best friend" card. She bought me a piece of cake after she was done cutting it. She looked like she knew exactly what I was thinking.
"You told me you didn't want to celebrate your birthday, but you didn't say we couldn't." She had a sparkle in her deep brown eyes. Carla looked like a model. With her shoulder length wavy brown hair, five feet eleven inches of height, light brown complexion, and elegantly built body, she could be one, but she chose the life of a cop, like I did.
"You're too sneaky for your own good." I said. "I have my own reasons for wanting to ignore my birthday."
"Then tell me. You always say that but you never tell me." She said.
"Never mind," I said. Of course I never told her. I've never told anyone. Not wanting the conversation to go any further, I started eating my piece of cake. "How's Stanly doing?" I asked, switching the subject from me to her boyfriend.
"He's doing fine. Oh! I forgot to tell you, Stanly asked me to move in with him!" She said jumping up and down.
"That's great! I'm happy for you." I said and couldn't help but jump up and down with her.
