Chapter 2:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The surprising thing about losing a loved one is that life still goes on. Phones keep ringing, buses continue to run, and the trees keep swaying. I am sitting on a plush red leather lounge facing the front desk. Off to the side in a small corner room are three police interviewing my brother. I’ll be next. Above my head is the trophy wall showing off all our school achievements. My name’s on one of them. I can remember telling Mr Clarkson what to write.

Charlie Adams and her team of five Forensic Science Club Members have brought down the mastermind behind one of America’s largest oil scams.

I bang my head back against the wall. Five or so plaques scrape the wall as they slide to the side. Instead of the usual glaze I would be met with the office ladies just smile sympathetically and come around from the desk to straighten them back into place. “Charlie Adams” a lady called gruffly from inside the room. I stand, not bothering to excuse myself as I bumped into the office lady fixing the plaques.

The room is dimly lit with the curtains pulled down and the lamp over the computer turned off. Two new lamped shine up on Tony- my older brother. He smiles at me as to convince me that everything would be okay, but it falters and he occupies himself with the tape dispenser instead of looking at me. “Ms Adams, please. Take a seat” she smiles and gestures to the seat next to Tony. I slump down into the seat and take the hold punch off the desk. The police woman clears her throat and speaks unnecessarily loud so that our attention is drawn to her. 

“We know how hard the last few hours have been” she starts. I snort and slump further into the seat, punching away at a piece of scrap paper found crumpled on the floor. Tony stays quiet. “Okay” she says as if she was going to try a new code to get into a safe. “We need your cooperation right now” she yelled the last word which startled me and the whole punch slid down off my lap. Without looking I catch it and go back to putting wholes in a receipt as to not give her the satisfactory that she scared me. Tony still doesn’t move.

She clears her throat and looks down at what was obviously a script to go off so that’s he would not offend anyone. “The Police Department know of you, Charlie Adams. And by what the officers who worked closely with you last year say, we have gathered that you will want to be in the thick of the action. In other words, you will want to find out what happens quickly.” She waits for me to nod, for me to smile or show some kind of agreement. But I just stare back at her with nothingness in my eyes.

She waits a minute longer before realising that she wasn’t going to be getting anything out of me. “But the Department know nothing about you, Tony Adams, apart from your criminal record. According to us you were taken to the station for carrying alcohol to a festival celebration?” she looks over to him. He clears his throat.

“That is correct” he says. I didn’t show any shock- I couldn’t. All feeling was drained out of me when I heard the news. Now I just stared at the holy paper. “Well, Mr Adams. I’m sorry to break the news to you now but due to that-” she tapped her bony finger down at the charges made towards him- “your application to become a police officer has been denied.”

 


Submitted: January 04, 2013

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hermione2961

That is so sad. What happens next or is that it.

Thu, April 18th, 2013 4:29am

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No no there is more, i just haven't been actived in ages but im going to start back up agains soon! Thankyou for reading, please keep coming back for more when i post next chapter

Fri, November 1st, 2013 10:30pm

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