MeddleKingdom
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If there was one thing that Alessa really hated it was being bored. Despite this fact, and maybe as a little joke the world liked to play on her, boring, was the best way to describe her life.
Her family life was good. Her grades were good. She never had any problems with other people, a few friends here and there, that mostly turned into friendly hellos and birthday phone calls. It was all so normal, so average, so boring.
What's more is when she finally decided to try something new, go to the city, try her luck in the work of a detective, something she had wanted since she was small. Her attempts were thrown back into her face, as if the world was saying 'where do yo think you're going?'
Alessa sighed and took in her surroundings. She and her detective partner, Elizabeth, were sharing a moderately sized house. It was out in the middle of nowhere, which wasn't particularly a bad or good thing. She liked the privacy, but it also made getting in and out of town more of a hassle. It was a tto bedroom place, one bathroom, and a messy, very lived in living room, as that was where they did most of their "work".
Alessa liked thinking of the two as the town's detectives, protecting the town from wrongdoing, serving out justice in a sly, cool way, the truth was that they were pretty much only called in when the sheriff and his lackeys were too busy, or it wasn't important enough to warrant a real cop going in.
It might've lead to her giving up, but she was too stubborn, and wanted to prove that she hadn't wasted her life, both to those around her, and herself.
Alessa was sitting at her deck, looking over her latest "report". Apparently some kid had run away from home, as he did several other times, seemed like the police grew tired of running after him and decided to generously give the case to them.
The report read,
Missing: Male, 17, 135 pounds, 5'6.
Description: Blonde, shaggy hair, brown eyes, last seen wearing a brown hunting jacket and black jeans.
If found please contact Mrs.Jules at 1-444- It carried on to give her contact information as well as that of the police station.
The odd thing was the statement made by the mother, it must've been blown off by the initial investigators, but Alessa was interested none the less.
In the statement Mrs.Jules stated that she was convinced that her son had not run away, and was rather kidnapped, as she said that her son had acted scared and panicked the day before, and there seemed to have been a struggle. It also stated that he had taken off from his room's window, despite the fact that it was on the second floor, where there was no roof or encline for him to climb down. It was noted that the other four times he disappeared he had left via the backdoor of the house, and was found several days later.
It had already been over a week and his mother was getting restless. The police were kind enough to give her the number to our home, in which she had continued to call, until we agreed to meet at her place later today.
Alessa turned to her partner, and sighed, "Have you read the report?" she asked in an almost enthusiastic way "Pretty weird right?" She looked at the report again, then back to Elizabeth, "When were we supposed to meet her over there again?" Alessa asked half out of habit and half because she really didn't remember.
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If there was one thing that Alessa really hated it was being bored. Despite this fact, and maybe as a little joke the world liked to play on her, boring, was the best way to describe her life.
Her family life was good. Her grades were good. She never had any problems with other people, a few friends here and there, that mostly turned into friendly hellos and birthday phone calls. It was all so normal, so average, so boring.
What's more is when she finally decided to try something new, go to the city, try her luck in the work of a detective, something she had wanted since she was small. Her attempts were thrown back into her face, as if the world was saying 'where do yo think you're going?'
Alessa sighed and took in her surroundings. She and her detective partner, Elizabeth, were sharing a moderately sized house. It was out in the middle of nowhere, which wasn't particularly a bad or good thing. She liked the privacy, but it also made getting in and out of town more of a hassle. It was a tto bedroom place, one bathroom, and a messy, very lived in living room, as that was where they did most of their "work".
Alessa liked thinking of the two as the town's detectives, protecting the town from wrongdoing, serving out justice in a sly, cool way, the truth was that they were pretty much only called in when the sheriff and his lackeys were too busy, or it wasn't important enough to warrant a real cop going in.
It might've lead to her giving up, but she was too stubborn, and wanted to prove that she hadn't wasted her life, both to those around her, and herself.
Alessa was sitting at her deck, looking over her latest "report". Apparently some kid had run away from home, as he did several other times, seemed like the police grew tired of running after him and decided to generously give the case to them.
The report read,
Missing: Male, 17, 135 pounds, 5'6.
Description: Blonde, shaggy hair, brown eyes, last seen wearing a brown hunting jacket and black jeans.
If found please contact Mrs.Jules at 1-444- It carried on to give her contact information as well as that of the police station.
The odd thing was the statement made by the mother, it must've been blown off by the initial investigators, but Alessa was interested none the less.
In the statement Mrs.Jules stated that she was convinced that her son had not run away, and was rather kidnapped, as she said that her son had acted scared and panicked the day before, and there seemed to have been a struggle. It also stated that he had taken off from his room's window, despite the fact that it was on the second floor, where there was no roof or encline for him to climb down. It was noted that the other four times he disappeared he had left via the backdoor of the house, and was found several days later.
It had already been over a week and his mother was getting restless. The police were kind enough to give her the number to our home, in which she had continued to call, until we agreed to meet at her place later today.
Alessa turned to her partner, and sighed, "Have you read the report?" she asked in an almost enthusiastic way "Pretty weird right?" She looked at the report again, then back to Elizabeth, "When were we supposed to meet her over there again?" Alessa asked half out of habit and half because she really didn't remember.
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