Working on the title, Pt. 4

Walking into the precinct was like walking into an anthill. Everybody was milling about, some were even shouting at each other. Tessa walked quickly to Agent Clives’ office so as not to get in anyone’s way. He and Agent Roderick were waiting for her. They welcomed her, offered her a seat, and handed her a file. “This,” said Roderick, “is a complete file of a series of murders, and all of them point to the next.” “The only problem,” added Clives, “is that the clues only make sense after the killer has struck again. So, we need you to help us figure out, not only who the killer is, but also where he’s going to strike next. But, first, we want to know what exactly it is that you do.” Tessa began to answer in her usual fashion, but Roderick cut her off to say, “Because we just finished working with a guy who claimed to be a psychic, and he drove us nuts! But, of course, you have a much more logical answer, right?” That stopped Tessa immediately. Her normal answer obviously was not going to amuse them. “Well, I analyze things,” she started. “I look at things closely and piece them together.” The two agents looked at her with a look of complete surprise. They had not expected such a simple answer. “Do you mean to tell us,” said Clives, “that you are just some little detective girl? And after all the wonderful reports we heard about you, you just ‘analyze things’.” Tessa felt as if her heart had sunk into her stomach. They did not take her seriously. They just saw her as some kid. But she had come all this way, and she was not going to give up, just like that. “Please,” she said, “give me a shot at this case. I’ll figure out what’s going on, I’ll prove I can do this. All I need is a chance.” The two agents looked at Tessa. They smiled at each other, and Roderick placed the open file in front of Tessa’s chair. “Okay, kid, let’s see what you’ve got,” he said with a chuckle. Then he added, “But you’d better not let us down.”

My Almost-Titled Story, Part 3

Rachel stared at Tessa in disbelief. “You’re actually going to leave college to go work for some cops?!” she asked. Tessa looked at her best friend with a what-do-you-expect look. “Well, you know this is what I came to college to study, this is just a way to get out there and do it sooner. And they’re not just 'cops'. They’re agents! They actually solve crimes and bust criminals, that’s what I want to do, too.” “Fine, Tess, but I think you might be betting too much on this one shot.” Tessa sighed as she continued to pack her bags. She could hear her mother’s voice inside her head, telling her she was not thinking clearly, backing Rachel’s thoughts up in the process. But Tessa was determined. This was her chance to get out into law enforcement and finally be able to use her talents. But Rachel wasn’t finished with her yet. “Tess, girl, look at me,” she said. “What’s going to happen if this bombs for you? You might get to pick up where you left off, but you’ll be really far behind.” She looked very sincere, but she looked more like a friend being abandoned. “Rachel, I’ll still see you,” she assured her. “I know, Tess, but we’re already in different classes, now you won’t even be living here. It’s going to be a major adjustment… for you.” “Yeah, I hope I survive,” she answered sarcastically. After they finished packing Tessa’s bags, the two friends sat up for the rest of the night, talking and laughing like they were back in high school. And, as the sun rose on the horizon, Tessa wondered what sort of things she would be encountering.

my Untitled Story, Part 2

Tessa woke up to a cloudy, gray Friday. She was twenty years old and halfway
through college. Majoring in criminal justice was not quite as exciting as
she had originally thought. Working on solving crimes was too easy for her.
All she wanted was to be able to get out into the force and to do some good.
She didn’t have to wait long. Although the mediocrity of the day had not
instilled much hope, this Friday would change her life. She walked into her
first class, early as usual, and found her professor talking with two men in
suits. Her professor looked up and pointed at her, with a very excited look
on his face. “That’s her,” he said. “That’s the girl you’re looking for.”
Tessa stood frozen in place. The first thing that entered her mind was Oh, no,
what did I do? Her professor walked towards her and said, “Tessa, I’d like
you to meet Agent Roderick and Agent Clives. They work with a branch of law
enforcement, and they would like you to show them your expertise. They were
very impressed with the school’s report of you.” Tessa felt a wave of relief
sweep over her. At least she wasn’t in trouble. Still, these men probably
had no real idea of what she did. The man introduced as Agent Roderick
said, “Miss, we’d like to get you involved in one of our most… uh, confusing
cases.”

My Untitled Story, Part 1

Tessa’s life had always been a far cry from “normal.” She had been a secret agent, and then had gone to prison two months after being asked to leave her position. But all of the events occurring in her life led back to one thing: she was psychic. Well, not really. That was just what she told people so she could see their reaction. Actually, she was just an analyzer. She could piece her observations together to see crimes before they were committed. She supposed she had always possessed this “gift”, but it was first apparent when she was six years old. She had been playing at the park when she heard a little boy crying out. A woman was carrying him to her car saying, “I told you not to act like this, now get in the car.” Tessa looked at the boy expecting to see sadness or embarrassment. But on his face was a look of pure terror. Tessa could tell something was very wrong, so she ran to a police officer nearby who quickly took care of the situation. As it had turned out, the boy would have been kidnapped had Tessa simply continued playing. Tessa had stopped many crimes from being committed since that day. She refined her analyzing skills until one day she was given an amazing offer.

Finding a Piece of Heaven on my Front Porch

Well, I went outside to my front porch to read because it was not very hot
out. Two of my cats decided to follow me. I sat down in one of our porch
chairs, pulled out Pride and Prejudice, and began to read. Both of the cats
jumped up on my lap, curled up, and fell asleep (I didn't realize my lap was
so comfortable). After about five minutes, and this is the best part, it
started to rain! Now, the rain was great by itself, but there is also this
bush in our front garden that smells really good when it rains. So, I'm
sitting with two cats asleep on my lap, I'm reading a good book, and it smells
like rain and clover honey. Then, the rain stopped, the sun came out, the cats
left, and I finished the chapter I was on, so I went inside.
On my side-note: Soon, I'll be posting my story, seeing as that method of blog
posting has become so widely accepted. So, stay tuned, because, even though a
love story is involved, it is much more complicated than that.

Dancing With the Stars

No, I'm not talking about the new show on ABC (even though it's really cool),
but about the Tony Awards on TV. John Lithgow was singing, and I was dancing
along with the music. Now I bet all you guys out there are gonna be calling me
because you think I'm so gosh darn cool, right? Hahaha...
Even though I wasn't originally referring to the TV show, I'll do that now.
That show is so cool! At first, I thought, Oh, it's gonna be another
competition that boosts the publicity of the celebs involved, but I was proven
incorrect. Those dances are amazing. And I've always wanted to take ballroom
dancing lessons, so I'm majorly jealous. Anyway, watch it, ABC, Wednesday, 8
p.m.
As my side-note: What about that rain? Our property value was raised because
we now own lake-side property. I stood outside while it was semi-calm, and the
smell was wonderful. I don't know if city rain has the same smell, but country
rain smells clean and new. Oh, I love it!

Did Bert and Ernie go to college?

OK, so I was baby-sitting a 2- and 3-year-old. They wanted to watch Sesame Street before we went outside, because it was still kind of chilly out. A Bert and Ernie sequence begins:
*Ernie is talking on a banana*
Bert: What are you doing, Ernie?
Ernie: I'm talking to an elephant.
Bert: On a banana? How?
Ernie: Why, I'm using my imagination! You should try it Bert.
Bert: I don't know...
Ernie: Just try, Bert.
Bert: I'm not sure if I'm emotionally stable enough to handle this.
*But Bert takes the banana and tells the elephant about how he likes bottlecaps and pidgeons.*
I kid you not, Bert actually used the words "emotionally stable". If you watch these shows, there is humor stuck in for all the parents and baby-sitters out there.
On my sidenote: Did anyone notice that I've been spelling "sidenote" incorrectly this entire time? It's "side-note".