Ok, how the heck am I going to do this while working on so many other stories you ask? I have no idea! I'll try. This is my first story written in first person. It'll be strange because the person talking is a guy and I'm a girl. But oh well. Enjoy!
I know what you're thinking. How is it possible that a weak, scrawny, feminine, fifteen year old guy could get into the police department…as a policeman? Well believe it or not, it did happen. And it happened to me. It was just supposed to be a summer job, you know, to get money. Every high school kid does it. Then if it was just a summer job, explain to me why I got a full-time job? Explain to me why I'm so good at this job? Explain to me why everyone seems to love, love me?
It all started, no wait, that sounds boring. Hmm…ok, how about I just role with it any way? Let's make the first impression that I'm a noncreative guy alright! Alright. So, it all started about a week after school let out. My mom wanted me to visit my aunt, but my dad said that it would mess up my mind even more.
"He's already girly enough as it is!" he had said. "Send him to your sister's and he'll come back knitting!"
"Alright," answered my mother. "What did you have in mind?"
"He can do something manly; he'll join the police department! That should put some meat on his bones!" After hearing this I had pulled at the skin on my arm. My father was right; all skin and bone. I have thick brown hair halfway down my neck. My eyes are brown too. I don't get out too much so I'm pretty pale, and all I ever wear is a dirty red T-shirt with dark blue jeans. Don't laugh! It's not my fault that I'm the height of a twelve year old girl! …I didn't tell you that…? Well, now you know. Sigh.
So, that's how I happen to be standing here at the police department now, waiting for the chief to tell us to do something. Finally, I'm wearing something other than the casual look. A police uniform! Complete with police hat! I look kind of spiffy if I do say so myself!
To the left of me is Cassey. She's been a policewoman for about three years, so so far she's the expert. She's got auburn hair halfway down her back, and bright green eyes. She's pretty tall. She's about two heads taller than me.
To my right is Mark. He's got silver (dyed) hair down to his shoulders and dark green eyes. He's about two heads and a half taller than me. It's times like these I wish I was a basketball player. Mark's been a policeman for a year and a half. I'm the rookie.
Ah, here he comes, Hades. No, he's not really Hades, we just call him that. His real name is Officer Booker. He's a little pudgy with thinning grey hair. He always wears a wore-out-color black suit everyday. He's the only one who doesn't have to wear a uniform. And why should he? He is the boss. Sadly, even Hades is taller than me. But only by about a head.
Officer Booker walks by us saying, "Today you all get a break." Sigh of relieve! "But if a 911 call should come in, Mark and Cameron take it." Did I forget to tell you that my name is Cameron? Well, it is. Cam for short. Hold on, did he just say that Mark and I had to take it!? Aww, come on… What if it's a murder case or something?!
Mark pats me on the back. "You up for it Cam?" No Mark, I'm not up for it.
"Yeah, sure," I smile. Cassey also gives me a good luck pat on the back and walks off. What is it about her that makes me feel like I'm the only one who doesn't know about some big prank?
"Good," Mark smiles and walks off. Hey, do policemen really get half price off donuts? I sure hope so, I love donuts. With that being said, I head off to the refreshment table at the lounge and scan around for sugary treats. The lounge is a little bit larger than a living room and has white carpet and walls/ceiling. The sofas and chairs are red, and a large television sits on a wooden shelve in the far right corner. A snack machine and soda machine sit neatly by the wall next to a wide window covered with white silk curtains. I happen to be at the snack table on the other side of the machines.
The other policemen and women are just sitting around, like always. We live in the small and quiet town of Chikery. It's like a cul-de-sac only a little bit more farm land. A 911 call only happens in cases such as cats stuck in trees and kids lost in the park around here. Nothing serious ever happens. And I was worried about a murder case! …Ok, I just said that because I don't like being on cases. Everyone in school makes fun of me because I can barely do anything right, why mess up cases? But what I can do is one: draw really well. I want to be an artist if I ever get out of the police business. And two: run. I can run really fast, for a really long time. I guess that's a pretty good thing to be able to do if you're doing what my dad's making me do. Well, it's ok. I mean, I did get to meet Cassey and Mark. They're pretty good friends.
God save the queen! There's a 911 call! Wait…yes…I'm being told that there is in fact a cat stuck in a tree. I called it!
Mark puts the phone down and looks over at me. "Come on Cam." He starts walking. I slump after him.
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Here kitty kitty, come back down so I can continue on with my life. 'No,' it mentally sends to me. 'Do you know where cats date back to? I am related to Queen Cleopatra's cat and have no ordeal with the likes of you. You most likely are not even a boy. You are far too shy, and gentle, and you blush much too easily. No, I do not think I will be coming down for you.'
Cat, I realize that your life is much better than mine, and I most probably am a girl rather than a boy, but you must come down. I don't want to be hassled by the "Cleopatra Cat of Chikery."
Now of course the cat and I aren't really having this conversation. I'm just supposing that this is what it would be like if I could understand cat. This cat has very fluffy white fur and a big bushy tail. If not Cleopatra, then Queen Elizabeth.
I wobble on the ladder and reach my hand to the cat's paw. I hit it, and it runs away! Oh great; more climbing. I step off of the ladder and plant my feet cautiously on a large tree branch. Mark watches from below. Alright cat, now I'm on your territory. I shall prevail!
'I think not,' the cat pounces from tree branch to tree branch just to jump off of the tree and land feet first on the ground, perfectly intact. What's up with that?!
"Cam," Mark shouts up. "Need help getting back down?"
I look at him. "Not at the moment, but possibly." I lean forward and my hands and knees and slowly stretch my leg onto the first rum of the ladder. Next foot, next foot-
Next thing I know and speeding, face up, towards the ground. Yes, there is no way this day could get any better don't you think? Mark jumps under me and catches, my back against him and my arms being held up. I turn to thank him, but something stops me. This is the first time I've actually seen Mark's eyes up close. Wow… Uh-oh, am I blushing? I'm blushing! Why?! That's not a good sign! I quickly cover my face and stand up straight.
"Thanks a lot Mark…," I say.
"No problem…," he says. Wait, is that a dab of red I see on his cheeks?! That's really not good! Ok, maybe if we just go back to the police department and get a break we'll feel better. Our faces are just probably hot from the excitement of the case! Yeah…yeah…
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