Chapter 1

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Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that-

Charlie groaned after finally snoozing her radio alarm clock by slapping it repeatedly until the music stopped. It was expensive and she didn't want to break it, but hearing that song almost made her. How old was that song anyways? It was horrible enough for her to be woken up at this hour, now she already felt a shiver run down her spine. Old school music is creepy, she thought.

She remembered the time her grandparents would take care of her, because her parents were at work or had a date. They always played old songs and even when she was a little kid, basically born only a few decades after those songs were first published, she found them creepy.

Charlie rubbed her eyes and slowly sat up in her bed, which was also used as a couch. She sighed, knowing she had another boring day at work ahead of her. She did sign up for it though, and it was only a matter of time until she could finally call herself a real police officer. She was still a trainee and was ordered by her boss to sit in an office all day. She did the paperwork every single day and couldn't wait until she finally got out of there.

Her stomach was practically begging to be fed, even though she had a proper dinner yesterday. She didn't know what had made her so hungry, but she had a clue. The long walks that she decided to take at night were probably tiring her body out and burned more calories than she thought. Her therapist had recommended them a while ago, but Charlie only started them last week after trying to fall asleep for the nth time at night.

Those nightmares these days were getting worse. She had a feeling taking those sleeping pills over the past few years only made them worse, but she knew that didn't make sense. Yet, she tried everything in order to not have to take the small, evil, white things, that made her unconscious for a few hours. She didn't have a problem with taking them, but she noticed that they did indeed had a side effect on her.

She felt lazy the next day and had no motivation to do anything, but she had to. It was her dream to be a police officer, ever since she was a little girl. And now that she finally made it to the department, she was determined to get her badge. Not even a year and she would be able to proudly call herself a guardian of Habbershire City.

Her stomach eventually stopped with the growling and resumed in satisfied silence as Charlie finished her cereal. It was her first day at the shooting range. She had experience from the academy, but still had to pass the official test to get her license. She was starting those four months of training now. Although she knew she'd nail it, she was nervous.

Her usual office attire, which consisted of a pair of black trousers and a white blouse, was hung up on the door to her bathroom. She got dressed quickly and finished off her look with black boots and a grey blazer. She left her apartment after making sure all the windows were closed and all the lights were shut off.

Charlie thought about her parents' apartment below her floor as she strode towards the elevator. She knew they were still asleep, so she didn't bother visiting them at seven in the morning. She would see them tonight anyway, after celebrating her first day at the shooting range.

She finally reached her car and got into a blue vehicle. It was a Fiat, a really small and really old one. But it was good enough to drive her to work and back. That's what Charlie always told herself as she drove towards the office that was only twenty driving minutes away from her apartment complex.

With the keys in her hands and her red purse messily swung over her shoulder, she reached the department after parking her car and stepping over a huge pile of brown mush that could've either been poop or a dead animal. She hoped it wasn't the ladder. Dead animals on the roads always made her sad and reminded her of how much her species was ruining this planet and harming the animals that were living in it.

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