The older I got, the less complacent I became with spending all of my time indoors. Watching television and reading books exposed me to so much of the outside world, that just going out once a year wasn't good enough for me. I don't want to sound like a spoiled child, but going out was the one thing that I wanted, just like Cathy Dollanganger. And, just like Cathy Dollanganger, my constant complaints eventually lead to my mother letting me go out. Instead of hiding me in a liquor cabinet during a Christmas party, my mother organized for my Aunt Kimi to take me to her work.

She had graduated from Stanford Law School about a year ago, and had spent the last year working at the local police headquarters. One day in late April 2016 she came early one day, wearing a navy blue pantsuit and her hair in a ponytail, looking rather professional. I dressed myself in the best clothes I had, and brushed my hair and teeth thoroughly before leaving. Right before I left, my mother gave me some money, she thought that it would be better that I pay for what I eat since my Aunt Kimi is one of the people who buy everything we need.

We got into my Aunt Kimi's black car, and we drove for no more than fifteen minutes. When we arrived at the police headquarters she told me that if anyone asked who I was I was to say that I was Sophie DeFranco, a member of a program where schools arrange for students to shadow and learn from professional, basically turning my Aunt Kimi into a mentor of sorts. For the first few minutes, her tour was rather interesting. She showed me where the police officers and the regular lawyers work, where they keep their inmates, and the recreational room where everyone goes for their break. She had taken the day off to show me around, but she had forgotten to send some documents the previous day, so she needed to go to her office for a while.

Her office was quite small; there was a desk, two chairs, a bookshelf and a couch. She sat in her desk chair to send the documents on her computer she forgot to send the other day. Behind her she had her diplomas and family photos hanging on the wall. At first, she said she would not take that long for her to do what she had to do. Five minutes passed and she still had to do more work, so I took the liberty of alphabetizing the books on her shelf. A couple of minutes passed, and one of my Aunt Kimi's co-workers opened the door to ask for a favor.

"Oh, great, Kimi, you're here. Listen, there was a bit of a riot at the Thump rally in San Bernardino. The guys over there couldn't handle everyone, so they sent us all the Yucaipa people. We want to process everyone before Kabadaian gets back, and I know this is not your field, but I need you to process some people," said my Aunt Kimi's co-worker, Jeffrey.

"Actually Jeffrey, I'm not working today, I'm just sending some stuff I forgot to send yesterday."

"I know, it will just be one, it shouldn't take that long."

"Fine, but I have a kid here though, so don't send someone violent."

"Okay, fine, it's just one woman."

After this brief conversation an officer brought in a bruised blonde woman with messed up hair and blood coming out of her nose. As soon as my Aunt Kimi saw her, she shook her head.

When the officer closed the door, my Aunt Kimi had to ask, "Angelica Pickles, why doesn't this surprise me?"

"Oh, ha ha, very funny. Listen I shouldn't even be here."

"Yeah, that's what they all say, but I need to input your testimony into your file, so tell me what happened."

"Okay, listen, so I'm leaving the rally, right after buying this great Thump shirt. So after I make the purchase, I walk out of the convention center and I find the place overrun by protestors. They are all holding signs spewing outrageous lies like 'Ronald Thump is racist.' Out of nowhere, protestors make it over the barrier and begin to attack us peaceful Thump supporters. I tried to run away and make it to my car, but some fat Mexican bitches cornered me. One got me in a Full Nelson, and you know what, I'm so pissed, that I'm going to do the accent. The one that was in front of me said something like, 'Ju gringa, ohl weit peepol aree reiseest,' and the other one went all Dave Skylark and told the one in front of me to 'Cunt punt that bitch!' Soon after, the police arrived to stop them and they brought me here."

My Aunt Kimi shook her head as she entered all of this information into her computer.

She was so dissatisfied by what Angelica told her that she showed her the monitor of her computer and asked, "Is this one of the women who attacked you?"

"Yeah, that was the 'cunt punt that bitch' one."

"Well then, why does her file, a file linked to yours, paint a different picture? In Maria Velasquez's testimony, she says that you exited with a group of older people who were taunting the protestors. She says that she was there to protests Thump's statements on immigrants and that an older and heavy woman in your group screamed at her 'Get out of my country!' before preforming the Nazi salute. When one the protestors talked back, the older lady punched her and the fighting began. She then said that it was you who threw the first punch during your altercation, and that you even refused to stop fighting once the officer arrived."

"Hem, well, she's clearly lying."

"Well, she works for a non-profit organization that helps undocumented youth get into college, while you are an unemployed trust fund baby with several DUIs, caught posseting narcotics who hangs around Neo-Nazi's, and does a horrible, and by that I mean both racist and talentless, Mexican accent. Who do you think I'm going to believe?"

Angelica sat there in shock as if she had never been or was not used to being put in her place before. I stood there looking at her, and after a few seconds she turned her attention to me in order to avoid my Aunt Kimi's stare. After a second of her looking at me, I turned back to face the bookshelf.

Angelica turned her attention over to my Aunt Kimi again, and said, "That kid."

"Yeah, what about her?"

"The hair, the eyes, the ET shaped head."

"What are you getting at Angelica?"

"She kinda looks like a young Lil."

"That's absurd; you know that Phil and Lil are dead."

When my Aunt Kimi said that my parents were dead, I wanted to call her a liar, but I realized that the moment might not be appropriate.

Angelica then asked, "What does that have to do with her?"

"Uh, nothing, I was just reminding you about Phil and Lil," my Aunt Kimi said nervously.

The officer came in to take Angelica, but before she left the room, I swear I heard her whisper to herself, "Then, it is you. You are real."