Yara Hughes: All-Seeing Detective

Chapter One: Status Quo

      I woke up to the first rays of sunlight hitting my face through the window across from my bed. Letting out a groan, I rolled over to check the time on my alarm clock. I still had 10 minutes. Satisfied, I closed my eyes for what felt like seconds before I heard "The Sound of Silence" by Simon and Garfunkel jerk me back into reality. I stretched my arms and legs as far as they could go and rolled myself out of bed, taking in the familiar scenery of my room as well as the city of London below me as I did every morning.

      Today London looked the same as she normally did; her cloudy skies giving way to a bit of sun who in turn painted them with a pleasant variety of warm colors to announce her timely arrival. As if on cue, the streetlamps below began to shut themselves off, briefly throwing the pedestrians under them into near darkness before the sun's light reached them. And in accordance with such time of day, there were few buildings nearby with their lights on.

      Finished gazing out the window, I walked to my dresser and pulled out a pair of dark grey slacks and a white button down shirt; I put them on, washed my face, brushed my hair and teeth, and left my flat. In one hand I carried my jacket and cap; in the other I had my satchel, ready to be swung over my shoulder as soon as I was well on my way.