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☆━━━ROAMING THE STREETS OF downtown Brooklyn, New York at night was probably not one of my smartest moves.
But when you're the kid sister to the crazed reporter, April O'Neil, being smart is never really an option. It's all action first, questions later. And though I could be a little adventurous myself, taking a stroll at night in the sketchiest part of the city was not something I enjoyed. Sometimes I could be just like my sister, rushing into danger without a second thought, but I also could be the more logical one out of the two of us.
I liked to ask questions and gather information before swinging in like Tarzan and smacking the damn tree.
But alas here I was, at the docks, practically hugging myself with my favorite Bugs Bunny hoodie and sweats. Which was doing freaking nothing! And just as my luck would have it, there was light rain coming down, coating my sweatpants in droplets that felt like ice through the fabric.
I should have gotten dressed.
"Fucking Cockwaffles," I swore under my breath, arms wrapping more around my torso as my feet scuffled against the wet sidewalk, "I'm going to kill that woman when I see her."
April had called an hour ago (ruining my Transformer movie marathon) claiming she had found a solid lead and that I needed to come to the docks with my camera.
The only reason I haven't scurried my ass home is because I knew how important this whole story thing was to my sister. We have spent countless nights, taking notes, doing research, and talking about it.
Why did I choose photojournalism as a career path? Like, I could have literally gone with anything else that didn't involve me risking my safety. I could be a nun, or even a veterinarian — ohh, maybe even a doctor! — but nooo, I wanted to live a life telling stories with pictures.
I huffed unhappily as I made a turn near a chain-link fence, pulling a face at the uneasy feeling I was suddenly getting. "I'm so fucking cold," I usually loved the cold, being a hot-natured person the reason why. But right now, I was on the verge of freezing my ass off, and I was not happy.
