Author's Note: Sorry it took so long to update, I was working on a huge
project for my history class, and to make things worst, my finals are
coming up soon, and I have another project to do. So I'm trying to update
as much as I can over my vacation, hopefully I can finish it, and if I
can't I should at least have half of it done, so I hope.
~Beginning Of Chapter Four~
"Eliza, get up! You're gonna be late for school," Chris said, opening her daughter's curtains. "Eliza, you finish your homework?"
"Yeah, you taking me to school?" Eliza asked as she walked over to her closet.
"Yes."
"Cool, what's for breakfast?"
"Ask Abuela."
Okay."
"Mom? Mom, are you awake?" Chris shouted as she walked into the kitchen.
"I'm in here, mija," her mother replied.
"Mom, Eliza has an appointment today at 5, take her to the doctor's office and I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Alright, she still have the same doctor?"
"Yeah."
"Same office?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, I'll see you there."
"Thanks," she walked into her room just as Eliza appeared in the kitchen.
"Aubela, what's for breakfast?" Eliza asked sitting down at the table.
"Cereal," Abuela replied.
"Mommy always cooks that."
"Do not!" Chris shouted from her room.
"She also cooks oatmeal."
"How about, French Toast?" Abuela asked.
"Better."
"Alright than."
"Hondo?" Chris asked as she followed him into his office.
"Yes Sanchez?" Hondo asked setting down the files he was holding.
"Eliza has a doctor's appointment at 5, and you know how doctors can be and."
"Sure."
"But you don't even know what I was going to ask."
"Sanchez, the only thing I need to know is that it's for your daughter."
"You old softy."
"Just don't tell any of the guys."
"Scouts Honor."
"Go get ready."
"On it Sir." Chris opened her locker, "So, how many files did you get through last night?" Deke asked.
"Most of them, you?"
"Five."
"No way, how is that possible?"
"Got too lazy."
"Figures, and I'm not paying for your laziness."
"I'm not lazy."
"When it comes to paperwork, you are."
"Okay, you've got a point, a small point, but a point non the less."
"Ha."
"Don't 'ha' me."
"I'll 'ha' you all I want."
"You two talking about me?" Street asked, entering the locker room.
"Cocky jackass."
"Why, thank you."
"It wasn't a complement."
"But I chose to make it one."
"And we put our lives into this man's hands everyday, surprise we even make it home alive," Deke said making his way to his locker.
"Hey, I've covered your ass more than once," Street replied.
"No wonder non of the women have been hitting on me."
"Good one Deke," Sanchez said as she changed her clothes.
"Maybe I should have been a comedian."
"You aren't that good, cocky jackass," Sanchez replied.
"Why thank you."
"You're welcome."
"I am?"
"Yes you are."
"Oh, okay."
"So, what if your dad's a firefighter, my mom's a doctor!" a boy shouted, showing off.
"Wow!" the kids on the playground said.
"My mom's a SWAT officer," Eliza said.
"Cool!" Everyone said, turning their attention to her.
"Your mom get shot at?" a kid asked.
"Yeah," Eliza replied.
"She carry a gun?" another asked.
"Yeah."
"Cuffs?"
"Yeah."
"She book people?"
"Not anymore."
"She ever stop a bank robbery?"
"No, but she stopped a plane from taking off."
"Cool."
"She ever shot anyone?"
"Yeah, it's part of her job."
"That's totally cool!"
"I'll tell my mom."
"Is your mom like the SWAT officers on TV?"
"No, that's all fake." The recess bell rang and the kids headed to class, Eliza was bombarded with questions on the way to class. She wasn't sure why all these kids were so interested in it, it was just a job.
Chris's mother heard a knock at the door, Wonder who that could be in the middle of the day," she asked herself as she made her way to the door. She opened the door and a tall Latino man, about Chris's age, maybe a little older, stood before her. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, does a Chris and Eliza Sanchez live here?" the man asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm here to see my kid."
"Well, you have the wrong house."
"This is the address the guy gave me."
"Well, he was obviously wrong!" she slammed the door in his face, then quickly locked the doors and windows. HE WAS BACK!!!!
~End of Chapter Four~
~Beginning Of Chapter Four~
"Eliza, get up! You're gonna be late for school," Chris said, opening her daughter's curtains. "Eliza, you finish your homework?"
"Yeah, you taking me to school?" Eliza asked as she walked over to her closet.
"Yes."
"Cool, what's for breakfast?"
"Ask Abuela."
Okay."
"Mom? Mom, are you awake?" Chris shouted as she walked into the kitchen.
"I'm in here, mija," her mother replied.
"Mom, Eliza has an appointment today at 5, take her to the doctor's office and I'll be there as soon as I can."
"Alright, she still have the same doctor?"
"Yeah."
"Same office?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, I'll see you there."
"Thanks," she walked into her room just as Eliza appeared in the kitchen.
"Aubela, what's for breakfast?" Eliza asked sitting down at the table.
"Cereal," Abuela replied.
"Mommy always cooks that."
"Do not!" Chris shouted from her room.
"She also cooks oatmeal."
"How about, French Toast?" Abuela asked.
"Better."
"Alright than."
"Hondo?" Chris asked as she followed him into his office.
"Yes Sanchez?" Hondo asked setting down the files he was holding.
"Eliza has a doctor's appointment at 5, and you know how doctors can be and."
"Sure."
"But you don't even know what I was going to ask."
"Sanchez, the only thing I need to know is that it's for your daughter."
"You old softy."
"Just don't tell any of the guys."
"Scouts Honor."
"Go get ready."
"On it Sir." Chris opened her locker, "So, how many files did you get through last night?" Deke asked.
"Most of them, you?"
"Five."
"No way, how is that possible?"
"Got too lazy."
"Figures, and I'm not paying for your laziness."
"I'm not lazy."
"When it comes to paperwork, you are."
"Okay, you've got a point, a small point, but a point non the less."
"Ha."
"Don't 'ha' me."
"I'll 'ha' you all I want."
"You two talking about me?" Street asked, entering the locker room.
"Cocky jackass."
"Why, thank you."
"It wasn't a complement."
"But I chose to make it one."
"And we put our lives into this man's hands everyday, surprise we even make it home alive," Deke said making his way to his locker.
"Hey, I've covered your ass more than once," Street replied.
"No wonder non of the women have been hitting on me."
"Good one Deke," Sanchez said as she changed her clothes.
"Maybe I should have been a comedian."
"You aren't that good, cocky jackass," Sanchez replied.
"Why thank you."
"You're welcome."
"I am?"
"Yes you are."
"Oh, okay."
"So, what if your dad's a firefighter, my mom's a doctor!" a boy shouted, showing off.
"Wow!" the kids on the playground said.
"My mom's a SWAT officer," Eliza said.
"Cool!" Everyone said, turning their attention to her.
"Your mom get shot at?" a kid asked.
"Yeah," Eliza replied.
"She carry a gun?" another asked.
"Yeah."
"Cuffs?"
"Yeah."
"She book people?"
"Not anymore."
"She ever stop a bank robbery?"
"No, but she stopped a plane from taking off."
"Cool."
"She ever shot anyone?"
"Yeah, it's part of her job."
"That's totally cool!"
"I'll tell my mom."
"Is your mom like the SWAT officers on TV?"
"No, that's all fake." The recess bell rang and the kids headed to class, Eliza was bombarded with questions on the way to class. She wasn't sure why all these kids were so interested in it, it was just a job.
Chris's mother heard a knock at the door, Wonder who that could be in the middle of the day," she asked herself as she made her way to the door. She opened the door and a tall Latino man, about Chris's age, maybe a little older, stood before her. "Can I help you?"
"Yeah, does a Chris and Eliza Sanchez live here?" the man asked.
"Why do you ask?"
"I'm here to see my kid."
"Well, you have the wrong house."
"This is the address the guy gave me."
"Well, he was obviously wrong!" she slammed the door in his face, then quickly locked the doors and windows. HE WAS BACK!!!!
~End of Chapter Four~