Emily
Damn, damn, damn it I must have fallen asleep after all my packing and thus I'm late yet again and mother will be furious if I call and cancel now. After years of training and preparing myself for all possible hostile situations, the idea of facing the wrath of my mother still remains my worst nightmare. So within seconds I'm grapping my jacket and racing down the corridor of Cook dormitory, when it happens.
In my daze of sleepiness, I haphazardly check my pockets for all the essentials, phone, wallet, keys , doing my internal checklist when THUMP.
Oh shit I've hit something, or rather someone, as I bring my head up to meet the thing I have hit I'm met with the most amazing blue eyes, ever the daughter of a politician I quickly issue my apologises,
"Oh I'm so sorry, are you ok?" , I struggle to stop myself staring at this blonde, blue eyed stranger before me but fascination with this girls eyes is abruptly brought to a halt by my internal knowledge that I'm late and my mother awaits me. I sadly draw my gaze away from the blonde and stand up. However the blonde remains motionless on the ground somewhat frozen in place however her friend seems to go to her aid and I may my getaway with the hope of another encounter with this blonde stranger.
Making my way to my mother's house, I find myself distracted by the thought of those intense yet alluring blue eyes and I think for the first time in my life I find myself wishing that I was just beginning my time at Quantico instead of ending it. There was just something about those eyes that intrigued me, I can't place my finger on it , but there is definitely something. I know however that this is just the beginning of my career and I'm about to make a change for the better in the world however to do that I must first face my mother and no doubt her numerous questions on why I can't just forget about as she says "all this nonsense and join me being an ambassador". With that thought I have arrived, just over an hour late, and unprepared for the interrogation that will commence from the great ambassador Prentiss.
Exhausted, and weary after my encounter with my Mother, well really if I'm being honest my argument rather than encounter. She never truly understood my choice in picking a career instead of just using our families money to travel the world and find an appropriate husband to settle down with. The idea of being able to help others in their time of need was just so overwhelming that I instead choose to become and F.B.I agent and hopefully after paying my dues I would rise through the ranks and would find a place at the Behaviour Analysis Unit or the BAU my ultimate goal.
But all that begins tomorrow as after studying at Yale and then Quantico, tomorrow I move to Chicago to begin the path that would hopefully lead me back to Quantico and the BAU. As my head hit's the pillow, the only image that seems to be running through my mind is those blues eyes that I fear will haunt my dreams.
