Brooklyn's P.O.V
I sighed in relief as the final bell rang, cutting the professor mid-sentence. His brown eyes flickered in annoyance at bell hanging on the wall before looking back at us, dismissing us. As I put my History textbook into my bookbag, I saw my instructor walk up to my desk and hold out a green project folder to me. I raised an eyebrow at him where he held a small smile on his face.
"Great job, Ms. Greene. You passed with flying colors once again."
I chuckled and looked at him, "I might as well move up a class."
He put on a stern look, "Nope, but thanks for being our game."
"It was worth a shot, wasn't it?" He rolled his eyes at me and placed the report on my desk. It went on about the first World War, what part we played in it, blah, blah, blah. I almost considered putting that into my report. I almost put a side note saying that this is a nightmare, but really, that's the report on profiling a case.
"Are you going to help with the Christmas program, Ms. Greene?"
"I'm considering it, I think I might help with the children's program and the Christmas Tree project." The Christmas Tree project isn't about Christmas trees. It's about findind a ball room type of setting and creating a Christmas party for the community to be invited to.
"Sounds like fun."
"It should be considering I've already signed up for both."
He raised his eyebrows, "You really want to get out of the house."
I nodded, "Yeah well, I'd rather at least do something instead of sitting in a house all day."
"Very true."
Once I put my report into my bag, I grabbed my sweatjacket from the chair and slid it over my head. "Have a good day, Professor Abbot."
He smiled up at me from his grading, "I'll see you tomorrow, Ms. Greene." With that, I closed the door to my room and headed out to my car, a red 2014 Chevy Camaro. It's a nice freaking car, I'm not going to lie.
I climbed into the front seat and put the keys into the ignition, pulling the gear shift into drive to begin driving. Once I pulled out, I began making my way to a local cafe, famous for it's hot chocolate, tea and cinnamon rolls. What? They're good! I pulled into the cafe's entrance and parked towards the front of the building, only to notice a motorcycle towards the front, not two spots from my car. Curiousity bubbled in from me as I got out of the car and looked at the bike with complete interest.
It's a gorgeous bike. The bike's owner was smart about the gas pipe, he made sure they weren't too long so they wouldn't have to pay so much on gas. It gets expensive with the bikes which has pipes that goes out from the front to back. The bike is black and red, competely chrome, the seats are a nice leather. The dash is amazing. I can only imagine how well it runs.
Yeah, my father was a mechanic, and he specialized in motorcycles. He actually created some amazing bikes in his time. I would actually love to see who rides the bike, I can only imagine. It's so well taken care of from my eyes. I can actually tell what's wrong with any motorcycle or car from the looks of it, it's a gift.
I decided to enter into the cafe, much to my disliking, but even then, I don't want people to think I might steal the bike. I looked at the chalk board at all of the choices and a smile crossed my face when I saw their signature hot chocolate is on today's specials. I walked over to the counter and smiled at the cashier.
"May I have a Signature Hot Chocolate please?"
She nodded and placed that into the system. "Would you like anything else?"
