Prelude
Generally I'm not one to want to give away my life story; I like to keep to myself most of the time. Sure, I like to throw out a few snaky comments every once and awhile and I'll tell stupid little anecdotes that will leave people laughing but I don't like to tell stories that are too personal. Personal is personal, you know?
I'm an attorney by trade; a prosecutor to be specific. I work for the District Attorney's office and I have been working there for almost eight years now. I started out working here as a paralegal when I was in law school and I switched to being a full-time prosecutor as soon as I passed the bar exam. (That was one hell of a two day test but I'm starting to get side-tracked.)
The reason why I'm going off on this mental tangent right now is that there is this new paralegal here at the office. She's a young, wide-eyed girl in law school---just like I was when I started out. I've spoken with her on many occasions and told her many of my little anecdotes (like the time I tried to parallel park and I ended up plowing into the judge's car and than I tried to put the car in reverse and I rammed into the DA's car.) The problem is that she keeps on coming back during my lunch break to hear more stories.
She just came back today and asked to hear a 'real' story that was 'personal'. The thing is, I don't really want to tell her my 'big story'. I mean, it's one hell of a story--it's one of those stories that involve triumph, loss, death, and a little bit of love. Ok, that's a little over-the-top and dramatic but it's a good story anyways. Yeah, I don't like sharing though.
I suppose there is nothing wrong with telling my big story; everyone needs to vent every once and awhile. She reminds me of myself too, a little bit. (If anyone else were that persistent to hear my stories I'd be weirded out. Since she's like me though, she gets a pass.) Besides, I have nothing to do for the rest of the day.
I call her in.
She steadily walks into the room. "Yes?" She asks.
"You wanna here my story?"
Her eyes widen. "Very much so."
"Then take a seat."
She sits down and leans forward.
"I take that as a yes." I pause for effect. "Well, it all started when I was a paralegal around your ageā¦"
Note: Hey, it's been awhile since I've written anything for ffnet. Well, this is just a prelude. This part's a little dry, I'll admit. The next story is Remmy (the narrator) telling her story to her coworker. Generally I'm not a fan of OC stories but I want to write a different OC story. Thanks for reading!
