by Trots » Sun Mar 04, 2018 8:37 am
Dawn Lee
She soon finished with her morning routine. This included showering, dressing properly, and eating her own breakfast. She went back in front of the mirror to check if she forgot anything. Her black leggings rounded her curves. She had a high-wasted belt with a black Cotton shirt tucked under. She turned to the right, looking down at her black running boots which were less than knee length. A sigh escaped her mouth before she went to a small table next to the door. She grabbed her badge and clipped it onto her shirt. Her hands searched for her keys, phone, and other items she may need for the day. She was going to a meeting at the police department before having her nightly shift around the City. The puppy heard her grab her keys, so it ran out of the kitchen and slipped on the wood floor of the hallway. It fell on it's side and ran into a wall. It's small wince made Dawn look over. She chuckled and walked down towards the small animal who was overeating with its injury like most baby animals would.
"Oh come on... You're okay." She picked the fluffy pup up, ruffling it's head. It licked her hand and wagged it's tail, expecting a walk. She sighed, knowing she'd have to bring him with her for the meeting since it was related to the whole 'dog' topic. She walked back to the small table and grabbed a burgundy leash. She slid her hand to the end and clipped the leash onto the matching burgundy collar the puppy was wearing. She set the wobbly puppy down before walking to the door. It moved quickly, trying to drag her though she kept her pace. "You're not stronger than me so I would quit it." Of course, the puppy couldn't understand so it kept trying to tug her outside. Once she opened the door, it ran and flopped down the few steps which led to a pathway to the side walk. It landed on it's head and rolled to it's feet, bolting again. She raised an eyebrow, sighing in boredom. "He really needs training."
"No kidding." A man who was to be her neighbor chuckled deeply. He was middle aged; probably in his early 40's. He lived with his wife and three children from what she knew. She hated all of them. The first daughter, around 13, who's name she couldn't remember, loved to sing. Why does Dawn hate that so much? Because the girl voice cracks like crazy. Her voice is a disturbance to most of the neighbors and Dawn herself has filed more than one complaint during her time living their. The second child, who was their 10 year old son, had night terrors. She couldn't say anything about him because it wasn't her problem, but she has woken up almost every night because of his terrified screaming. Last and definitely least, their youngest daughter who was 7, asked the most annoying questions a person couldn't even comprehend. The girls' favorite questions were about babies especially. "Where do they come from?" She usually asked each time Dawn saw her. Dawn always answered with a gentle voice, "you can ask your parents." Now, the children weren't the worst, but who she couldn't understand was the Mother. The Mother was in her late 30's and always said she was better than everyone else in the neighborhood. She has the "best clothes", "best children", and "best husband." Dawn didn't care for men. She found them as a distraction from reality. Any man she ever met usually hit on her, and she tended to trick or roast them with an insulting comment. This Father was no different. His wife thinks he is one of the best, but he had hit on Dawn the day she moved in. She rolled her eyes, sighing.
"Get back to whatever you are doing, Mr. Johnson." She huffed, making her way to her black car.
