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Rosa's Life
Rosa walked out her apartment. She preferred walking to work while the guys who worked with her liked showing of their cars. Well boys will be boys. Then she carried on walking. Every morning the same routine passing the garden and old miss haggardly the beggar women who she always gave a little bit of her money too. She stopped outside the garden and saw little kids laughing with their mothers. How beautiful life was. And she worked to stop those who wanted to ruin beautiful scenes like the one she was seeing. “Hi Officer Leonard” her friends 5 year old son jack called. She laughed kneeled down to his level and proceeded to give him a strong tickle attack. “How many times have I told you I’m an investigator not an officer?” she asked him. He gave a naughty smile. “Look I’m late for work but I’ll get my revenge later” she stood up carrying on her way. She stopped in front of a large, tall building Greystone police station. She walked inside the building and saw serious looking men and women scuffling around. She walked into her office. On the desk was a file with a note ‘hey Rosie a little gift on your case’ she smiled. ‘God bless officer smith’ she silently prayed.
She opened the white folder to find pictures of a handsome young man in a black suit talking on the phone. He had short brown hair and deep blue eyes. Inside there were many pictures of him but the one that really caught her attention was one of him talking to Jonathan Pierre. The most wanted guy in the entire America. The police could connect him with more than 50 crimes. Yet each time they came up with no evidence. Another was of him close up. A weird kind of white powder on his hands. But it wasn’t weird to her she knew it was cocaine. It was then she knew that this was the guy she should follow if she wanted something on Pierre. Suddenly she looked again at the original picture. Something about those blue eyes was familiar she felt herself sub-consciously touching her neck she felt like something was missing there a necklace?
“So I see you’ve found my gift” officer smith gloated. Standing at the door way was officer smith. She idolized him. Over the years they had developed a close teacher student relationship. He was in her view what an investigator should be sharp, smart and most important a big conscious and a bit of humour. She was 10 years his senior he was the one who taught her the tricks of the trade of the investigator business.
“Yeah yeah you made a breakthrough on my case” she acted like it was nothing yet she was jealous. How he managed to do things so fast was beyond her. “All right I have to go now I just came here to get my years worth of pride and showy-offy-ness” he paused with a funny puzzled look on his face. “Is that even a word?” he asked with a cheeky grin on his face before leaving her office. She laughed then picked the picture up again. Something about those blue eyes... she felt like she had some sort of connection with this strange man. In the end she put it to her not sleeping well and got up. She wanted to go visit her mother...
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Rosa readied herself to enter her mother’s home. It was the first time after they had had a gigantic fight about her adoption. Rosa had asked too many questions that night.
‘ “Mum tell me the truth what was my name? Who was I? Where did I live?” Rosa had pressed on. She really had wanted to know the truth. “You’re name is Rosa and you’re my daughter mine you understand me” her mum had screamed.
“No mum I want the truth” Rosa had cried. “All my life memories that I can’t understand, I love you but I need to know that I wasn’t hallucinating that those memories were real that I was really there.” Rosa’s mum threw her a large photo album at her it was really close to hitting her head. “What about our memories? What about me? Don’t I matter?” with this her mother kneeled down and began crying. Rosa realised how hard she’d hurt her mother, she knelt down to hold her but her mother screamed “no go leave me alone! Be Isabella that’s who you want to be right leave me alone!” her mother pushed her away, her face red from tears.
“Isabella that’s my real name?” Rosa asked. Rosa regretted adding the world real.
“yes it’s your real name, from your real life coz’ I’m nothing but dream yeah?” her mum wiped her tears
“Get out” she screamed.
“Look mum ...”
“I said GET OUT” ‘
Rosa shuddered, took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
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