Lt. Jacobs comes in with his dog Ry. "She's a nice little doggy, huh, sir?" I say trying to stay calm mentally and physically. "You bet!" he says genially. "she's almost 3 years old. Now if you just let me walk Ry around in your house and check for some unusal things. I'm sure that someone like you young lady would never hide things. "'Thou shall not lie, steal, nor murder'" he copies from the Holy Bible. I could already tell that he was a goody-too-shoes. What kind of police officer has a career of shooting people when he just...ugh. Nevermind.
I feel paranoid. As usual. So, I follow him and try to have a friendly conversation with the guy.
"So how's you're family? Do you have one?" I say trying too hard to come up with something to say. "Yeah, but they kinda abandoned me when I was about 15 years old. Sad, huh?" I pause and think about his question.
Well, I guess you don't wanna hear about my childhood and so on...
"Yeah. I don't like to talk about mine, though." I say honestly.
"Say, where are your parents right about now?" Lt. Jacobs says.
"Ummm..." I trail off.
"Well?" he says anxiously.
"Uhh, they're at a funeral. Yeah, my little sister just died about a week ago. She was so young." I was only sayin' that to save me. I couldn't tell him that my dad was a drunk and that I have no idea where he is now, and that my mother was in the hospital for being poisioned by her own husband. No sir ree.
I felt like I was sweating like a person on a humid day in the summer. But really, I was only freaking out inside my head. Not externally. I miss her. So much. But not Alvin. Well, maybe...no. I snap myself out of it. HE killed your sunshine. Your happiness. So, stop it, Hazel.
Lt. Jacobs reaches the bathroom. 'Looks like your parents like to drink bloody marys in here, huh?" he says comedically.
I though he was joking. But he wasn't! I laugh. "Yea, they like their drinks." I say more nervous than ever. If you haven't been paying attention so far, he was mistaking the "bloody marys" for real blood.
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Now Or Never
Teen FictionA girl named Hazel is very strong. Or should I say 'Hazel the Dreydl'? She is bullied at school and just has a tough life. Including, her skin. Her poor skin. It gets "drawn on" all the time. But how far can she go until she cracks?
