Disclaimer: This story is currently under a massive reconstruction so this is the original story. You can read this version, but keep in mind that it is old.✨
If you had the chance to save your older sister and younger brother from dying before yo...
Those were the sounds of Jael's alarm on her iPine7 going off and then her throwing it at her white bedroom wall across from her.
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!
Yeah, throwing it at the wall like they do in movies doesn't actually turn the alarm off.
Jael sighs heavily out of frustration.
"Jael how bad do you actually want this college degree?" She mumbles to herself, crusted eyes half closed.
After ten more minutes of lying in her plush but medium firm bed, she rolls over and sits on the edge of it for another two minutes contemplating if going to a 9:30am class is really worth it right now.
"Just two more months girl and you can leave that place forever. No more getting up early to go to a class that isn't going to teach you nearly as much as being out in the field would," she says to herself.
Jael was referring to her college major, Criminal Justice. She had hopes of one day becoming a homicide detective. Trust, the irony was not lost on her for her chosen profession, but it definitely would make her reaper job way more easy and convenient.
She didn't choose her major after she became a reaper, no, she had wanted to be in the Criminal Justice field since she was a mere young impressionable child. She had always had a fascination with crime and catching bad guys, spies and espionage, figuring out mysteries and watching them on tv and in movies, the FBI and CIA.
Funny enough, when she was a child, she wanted to be a spy when she grew up. Not a firefighter, nor a doctor, nor a teacher; she wanted to be a spy like James Bond, but that just wasn't going to come to fruition like she had hoped.
Instead, when she became a little older, she settled on wanting to join the FBI, or TBI since she lives in Tennessee, but her mother just wouldn't allow it. "It's too dangerous!" Her mother had said, "What if you get shot or worse, something happens to you?!" So, Jael finally settled on becoming a homicide detective to quell her mother's fears even though being a homicide detective can be more dangerous than an agent, but Jael decided not to let her mother in on that little secret.
Finally rising from the plushness of her comforting and inviting bed, Jael picks up her phone to check for messages.
One new text message from one of her best friends: Kostas.
*You going to class this morning? I'm really trying to decide if I am or not. Lol*
*You? I sat on the edge of my bed like that scary meme of the fox sitting on the chair. 😂 I promise I don't want to go to class but I already skipped last time.*
*😂💀 That fox thing is so creepy, but it's definitely exactly how I looked too. So you going to class fam or nahh?*
*Yeah I guess so. Save me a seat cuz I know you'll get there before I do. Lol.*
*Ok. Go buy us some Chic fil A and we'll see if you have a saved seat. Lol.*
* 😑 *
"This douche bag," she jokingly says out loud while tossing the phone on her bed and taking her black, protective satin scarf off her head, "guess I'll go to class today."
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