Thursday, 1 September 2011
12:16:12 PM (GMT)
I sigh, letting my head fall back against the pillow, and cursing under my breath as
I remember there was no pillow there, and that the only thing separating my head from
the hard concrete floor is a thin, worn roll mat. I groan and stand up, rubbing my
head as I look around for some clean, dry clothes. I finally settle for a clean pair
of dark skinny jeans and a nearly clean long sleeved white shirt. I open the
mini-fridge that's plugged into the wall, only to find two cans of cider and some
ham. "Great..." Why do I never have food when I'm hungry? I shrug on my leather
jacket, even though it's still slightly damp, and walk out the door, checking the
time as I do. It's a habit by now.
I turn the corner and wave cheerfully back at the homeless old man who's always in
good spirits, no matter what his predicament.
"Top o' the mornin' to ye, lad!" The man grins, mocking my accent.
"Cheers, an' ter ye!"
I shake my head, smiling as I wave again and head towards the small newsagents.
Once inside the shop, I pick out a sandwich, and hand it to the woman behind the
counter, who tells me how much it is, even though I've already dropped the right
money on the counter. I smirk, and wink as I take back my food, biting into it as I
leave the shop. I turn left, and walk slowly towards the Police Station, realising
with a grin that I'm probably the only criminal to walk willingly into the Station
and check up on my own crimes. And leave a free man. Hopefully.
The walk was only a mile or so, so I arrived relatively quickly, strolling in
casually. "Mornin'." Several police officers nod a greeting, but most just ignore
me as I walk straight to the front desk, "Is Rachel Moore in? Detective Richard
Moore's daughter." The policeman behind the desk nods.
"Door on your left, up one flight of stairs and it's the first door on the right."
"Thanks." I incline my head slightly towards the man and walk towards the door he
indicated. I hear the man say something into a phone, and snicker, taking the stairs
two at a time. I knock on Skye's door, and she flings it open almost immediately,
not looking very impressed at all.
"Did ye tell 'im I'm yer girlfriend?!" She asks, looking completely horror-struck as
I collapse into laughter.
"No... No, 'e assumed!" Despite various other protests from my end, I still recieve
a hard punch on the arm.
"Shuddup an' come in..."
I walk inside the office, still chuckling quietly, "Di'n't think bein' my
girlfriend'd be quite so terrible..." She hits me again, and stands facing me,
"Been swimming?" I tilt my head a little, wondering what she means, before realising
last night I fell asleep with soaking wet hair and it probably dried in clumps.
I run a hand through, "Aye... Wen' this mornin'. Early."
"Uh-huh..." She raised an eyebrow, looking disbelieving, but leaves it at that.
"Why're ye here?"
I shrug, "Fancied a chat?"
More later.... STOP PEER PRESSURING ME!!!!