Well to all of you who have read any of my stuff before I hope you like this one.

It was an idea I had a while back but just now got to writing it.

Sorry to all whom are reading Dance Class and Day Dreams but writers block so I hope this satisfies.

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Please Review I would like to know what you guys think!!!

King High.

A rather typical American High School.

Nothing to special about it, it wasn't particularly large or rich. The students were of the generic variety, ranging from the geeky and insecure freshmen, to the self assured upperclassmen with something to prove.

Every high school the same, chock full of kids just trying to make something of themselves.

I walked onto the campus talking a look around.

I made my way to the front door marveling at the immaturity as some tall, bulky, lettermen's jacket-wearing guys, were trying to push a much smaller pimply faced boy into a green locker.

Normally this type of behavior would cause me to storm over, push my way through the mob of bullies, and then publicly humiliate them by kicking their asses.

But I was here on a strict assignment and that kind of attention, no matter how self-gratifying it might be, was not the kind of attention I needed.

So I clenched my jaw and begrudgingly made my way through the front doors.

The minute I walked through the door I was faced with a hall of crowed students all staring, talking in the sights of a new student.

Typically being a new kid, coming in on the last semester of senior year, would cause some feeling of insecurity and terror but not for me, I walked the halls with ease.

My stepfather was in the military, always getting transferred to new cities dragging my mother and me along, so being the new kid was not a new experience for me.

I unfolded the paper in my hand double-checking the room number of my first class.

Chemistry.

I found the room easily and walked through the door right as the bell rang.

Most of the students were already seated, in pairs, at the tables while the teacher wrote today's assignment on the white board.

The tables had numerous beakers and vials with unidentified liquids in them.

The teacher, out of the corner of his eye, noticed me and turned to greet his new student.

"Hello, you must be Ashley Davies I'm Mr. Samson," he introduced himself shaking my hand. "Hey"

"Class this is Ashley Davies, she is a new student here, and you moved all the way from Seattle, Washington is that correct?" he asked turning back to me.

"Yea…"

"Okay well please take a seat back there next to Mr. Carlin."

I nodded and looked around noticing a blonde boy unenthusiastically raising his hand slightly in the air looking down while rhythmically taping his pencil against the table.

I quickly took a seat not bothering to see if the bored boy took notice of his new tablemate.

Today was a lab day, however I had no interest in the teacher's instructions, and just took the 5 different colored vials he handed me and set them next to me on the table.

I had other things on my mind.

I waited unmoving until halfway through the class then it was time.

I looked over at the vials I had not yet touched and picked up the blue one twirling it in my fingers.

One quick toss sent it falling to the floor, glass breaking and liquid leaking out on the tile floor.

Everyone paused looking over at me immediately quiet, the teacher looked up from his desk looking around till he found me and frowned in my direction.

"Miss Davies please be more careful, there are paper towels on the front desk, and the broom and dustpan are in the corner, clean it up." He said pointing each out as he went and then turned his eyes back down.

I remained still staring at the top of his head. I noticed the boy beside me react to my existence for the first time looking over at me.

While everyone remained staring I picked up the green vial, that had previously lay next to the now broken blue one, and slowly let my hand hover over the spot I had dropped the last one.

I smoothly let the green one fall from my grasp, noticing the student across the isle from me, his hand instinctively flick toward the dropping cylinder.

The vial hit the ground making the same crashing noise as the blue and this time Mr. Sander's head didn't search the room for the culprit his eyes jumped right to mine, which were already staring back at him.

"Miss Davies what are you doing?" He asked angrily as I reached for the third.

He stared at me as I repeated the same movement of grab and drop with the yellow vial.

The second the tube hit the ground he was out of his seat taking long strides toward me.

I leaned back in my chair completely calm as the increasingly reddening teacher reached me.

For a moment he didn't say anything he just looked down at me and I back up at him.

"What are you doing!?" he insisted again.

This time I spoke.

"Is that all can say?"

A flicker of confusion passed across his face and he felt uncertain that he had heard me correctly, but when he realized he had not the anger returned.

"Excuse me!"

"You heard me, I said, is that all you can say?" and then I reached over and flicked the remaining two vials off the table and as I heard them crash against the floor I let a huge smile break out across my face.

That was it.

Mr. Sanders reached out and grabbed my arm hauling me out of my seat and towing me toward the front of the room. He was so angry that all he could get out was, "Principles Office…" before shoving me out the door.

As the door slammed behind me I smiled again walking in the direction of the office. I passed a couple kids with hall passes and they, just like everyone else, watched me as I passed examining the new girl.

I noticed the various posters hung up along the school displaying graduating announcements and last minute prom ticket sales.

I entered the office and there was a tall lanky looking woman behind the front desk typing at her computer.

She looked up as I approached and after a quick explanation pointed me in the direction of the principles office.

There was a plaque hanging on the door reading, "Mrs. Cyper", and with a quick knock and a quiet come in I entered.

Mrs. Cyper was sitting with her hands placed in her lap looking cross, she pointed at the chair opposite her muttering "Sit".

I took a seat and after a few seconds she leaned excitedly toward me, "So how'd it go?"

I smiled, "Great everyone bought it, the whole class was is awe." I said laughing at the memory.

"That's great well it's to wonderful to have you here Officer Davies."

"My pleasure I just hope I can help you out…"

"So if you don't mind me asking, you seem very young to be a police officer, how did this profession find you?"

"Oh well actually my stepfather is in the military, one of the best. He was the one that made me want to pursue a career in Law Enforcement. When I figured out that this is what I wanted to do I got a private tutor and earned my GED by the time I was 17, and became a certified police officer by the time I was 19."

"Wow that's all very impressive."

I just smiled and nodded. "So I was informed you would have some pictures to give me?"

"Oh yes that's right…" she said quickly pulling a yellow packet from her desk and handing it to me.

I carefully opened the packet and pulled out the pictures. I looked at them slowly memorizing the faces and reading the names written below.

"They are all in one of your classes." Mrs. Cyper informed me and I just gave a slight nod.

The last was a piece of paper with my original assignment written on it, I read it over again.

Assignment: Officer Ashley Davies

Undercover

Los Angeles, California

King High School

January 5th, Tuesday

Sophomore David Kinney overdosed on cocaine that was sold to him by someone at the school. He is now in critical condition at the hospital.

Objective: Find out who is dispensing the illegal drugs and make an arrest.

Suspects: Aiden Dennison and Glen Carlin.

Aiden Dennison and Glen Carlin are best friends.

Aiden Dennison has a girlfriend Madison Duarte.

Madison Duarte possible suspect.

Glen Carlin has a sister Spencer Carlin.

Spencer Carlin is not a suspect.

Pictures Included.

I looked at the pictures once more before returning them to the envelope and handing them back to Mrs. Cyper.

"Alright well I better get back to class Mrs. Cyper but I will let you know when I have any leads."

She smiled shook my hand and I retreated back the way I had come.

The bell had already rung and the halls were once again filled with numerous students.

As I walked back to chemistry I saw the blonde boy whom I had sat next to, and now recognized as Glen Carlin one of the suspects, whispering to some brunette as I passed. No doubt spreading the rumor of the upset I had caused in class.

I rolled my eyes a little; high school kids are so easy.

I walked into the classroom seeing Mr. Sanders standing by his desk.

I gave him a big grin and he winked at me whispering, "Lovely show Miss Davies."

Ok well thanks for reading I really hoped you liked it and I had a great time writing it!!

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