The Rookie
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Hey guys this kinda just popped into my head so I just wrote about, hope you guys enjoy!
Her alarm jolts her awake, she pushes the covers from her, while trying to shield the sun from her sleepy eyes. She runs a hand through her tussled hair as she rummages through her closet. She just became a rookie cop for the NYPD, so having her uniform clean and pressed is a must. She wants to look her best, even while handcuffing a suspect in the dirt. She lays her uniform on her bed then goes to get ready in her bathroom. After she freshened up, she pulls her hair into a low, slick bun, making sure all her hairs are in place. Her makeup is light and professional, no crazy eye shadow or dark lipstick.
She pulls out a white t-shirt from her dresser and slips it over her head. She slips into her pants and buttons her shirt. She tucks them in and slips her belt through the loops. With nimble fingers she attaches her handcuffs, her extra magazine clips, her radio, and the rest of her duty gear. The belt is heavy but she pays no attention. She pulls her pistol from its resting place in her night stand, checks it, and then holsters it.
She has an extra piece she just acquired that sits in its home around her ankle and a tactical pocket knife that clips inside her right pocket. She clips her badge to her belt. She grabs her hat from her dresser and looks into the mirror as she places it on her head, careful not to disturb the perfect bun her hair is twirled into. She gives a faint smile as to what she has become. She attaches the chain that carries her mother's ring around her neck and it disappears behind her white tee. She pushes her sleeve up and attaches her father's watch to her wrist. He finally became sober and now she is proud to wear his watch.
She checks the time before sliding her phone into her pocket and grabbing her keys. This is now her daily routine, she will have to get accustomed to it. She leaves her bedroom and finds her travel coffee cup sitting in the cabinet. She pours coffee and adds a tiny bit of cream. She grabs her purse and walks out the door.
She doesn't have her own cruiser yet so she has to take a cab to work. That's her next goal, she hates taking a cab to work, they always smell. She tips the driver and steps onto the sidewalk of the precinct. Her training officer is waiting for her.
"Morning kid, you ready?" He asked as he's leaning against the Crown Vic.
She grins. "Yes Sir"
She's more than ready; this is what she was trained for. They slide into the vehicle and buckle up. Her police days have begun.
