An ordinary world?
Think again
"Nesty!"
My mother called me from the kitchen. My mom is a sweat lady, sometimes a bit scary if you don't listen but that doesn't happen much. My mother and I lives alone in a tiny house near New York. I never knew my dad; he was in a car accident before I was born.
"Coming!"
I quickly run down the wooden stairs. In the kitchen I see my mother sitting on a chair reading a book. She looked up as I came down the stairs.
"Honey will you please make us some coffee; I want to tell you something."
I nod my head a little scared of what she was going to tell me. I opened the fridge to get the milk, I poor the hot water into the cup of coffee and added the milk. I gave her, her cup and sat across from her. Taking a small sip.
"Your grandmother is going to stay here for a few weeks while I go to her house in California."
I look up from my cup of coffee.
"Why?"
She slurped her coffee before she answered my question.
"I have some business to take care of and I can'y take you with me and before you ask why. It's because this involves a private investigation of a murder case and I can't let you be near me or the investigation otherwise they may come after you as well."
My eyes are so dry from staring at her I can't blink my eyes. My mom is a Homicide Detective in New York. She solves murder cases for a living.
"Are they after you? Is that why you have to go? Why are they after you? Can't I help?"
She gives a little snort.
"They're not after me. Yet. But I don't want to take chances. I have to go because they need me on this investigation. No you can't help sweetie, i wish you could but you're not trained for the job."
I put my cup down on the kitchen sink.
"You can train me!"
She gives me her cup to put next to mine.
"Oh sweetie! I wish I could, but you know that's not how it works."
I give a little smile just to tell her I know but it would have been great if she could.
"When are you going?"
She hangs her head.
"Tomorrow morning."
I can't believe it. Why is she telling me this now? Can't I get a weeks' notice or something?
"I just heard from the Captain that we have to go. I wish i had a weeks' notice."
Tears start to gather in my eyes.
"Oh please don't cry. I won't be that long. You know I solve the cases real fast."
She winks at me before standing up from the chair.
I want to be a Detective when I grow up, but I'm only 16 now.
Tears started rolling down my cheaks. What should I do...
