My Catastrophic Life

Chapter One:

Hey, guys. Sorry it took so long to update. I've been procrastinating a little too much. XD lol. And, school started last month, and I've had a butt-load of homework to do. >.< But,here's Chapter One, nevertheless! Yay!

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CHAPTER ONE:

Now. Which is about five years later:

"Hey, Nikki!"

"Hi, Elizabeth!"

The blonde moves around the door, and walks over to my desk, holding a file folder tightly against her chest. "How are you?"

"I'm good. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Have you seen the new lawyer? Oh my gosh, he's gorgeous!"

I laugh softly. Leave it to Liz to notice a new employee like that. "No, I haven't. I guess I'll have to keep my eye out, ey?"

Elizabeth nods her head vigorously. "Oh, yes. You've got to see him! But, anyways, as much as I'd like for that to be the only reason I'm here," she pulls the folder away from her and thrusts it towards me, carefully flipping her bleach-blonde locks over her shoulder. "We've got another case for ya."

I take the pale manila folder from her. "Mmm, thanks. No surprise there." I smile. "So, what's the word?"

Elizabeth's eyes widen and she leans forward on my desk. "Oh, it's an interesting one, alright. There's this kid, well I guess he's not really a kid," she says thoughtfully. "He's like our age or something. But anyways, he's been accused of working with the drug cartel. But, the truth is, he's being framed!" she leans forward a little more, her bright hazel eyes growing wider. "Isn't that the mafia or something? Doesn't that involve the FBI and all that?!"

"Umm. . . I'm not sure. . . I think it could, but I'm pretty sure it has more to do with foreign affairs and such--"

Elizabeth waves her hand dismissively. "Ah, whatever. But, still! It's big!"

I nod my head, smiling slightly. "Yep!" If it wasn't for Lizzie's energetic personality to keep me awake each morning, I don't know what I would do.

Both me and Elizabeth went to the same college, though we didn't see each other a lot, surprisingly, since we were both going into the same career. But, we became fine friends when we started working together here as criminal lawyers. And we've been here working on cases for about six months now.

That reminds me. I need to call Veronica. I haven't spoken to her in a few days, I guess I should see what she's up to.

Note to self: call V.

Elizabeth stands up straight, examining her blood red salon nails for a second. "Yeah. Well, I guess I better get going. You know how Mrs. Hinsworth gets when she sees people 'slacking'." she makes air-quotes when she says the word “slacking”, and rolls her eyes. Mrs. Hinsworth is the old, cranky lady in charge of making sure the new comers know what they're doing, and making sure they're doing what they're supposed to. Evidently, after six months you're still considered being a newbie. Whatever. I say by this time, you'd better know what's going on, or otherwise you should get your butt outta here before you cause some major trouble.

Suddenly, the door bursts open and a young man stands in the doorway. He's very tall, with dark hair and blue eyes that are currently smoldering into mine, making me squirm slightly in my seat. He smiles a smile that nearly makes me melt on the spot.

"Sorry, I guess I should have knocked first." he scratches the back of his head sheepishly. "So, uh, is this. . . " He leans out the door to look at the name plate on the wall. "Nikki Connelly?"