A Messer Girl
By Wind Writer07
Chapter 1: Lab kids
The life of a crime lab child is demanding and full of great expectations, the name's Messer, Brenna Messer. Over the time I've grown up I've heard more about the crimes of the NYC than most people hear in a lifetime. When both mom and dad are hard core detectives in the NYPD crime lab, science, math and motive are the most basic lessons. A rule my dad has reminded me of since before I can remember; don't go looking for trouble, when it finds you and it will don't back down. Heard of having police protection? I've got that every minute of my life. Not only are my parents Lindsay and Danny Messer who would die for me but I've got plenty of honorary Aunts and Uncles in Mac Taylor, Don Flack and Jess Angell-Flack, Sid Hammerback, Sheldon Hawkes, Stella Bonasera-Taylor and Adam Ross. At the moment it's lunch at school and I'm sitting with my (lab siblings); Aubrey Flack, Christian Taylor and Rachel Hawkes.
"Ain't it a shame our parents can't arrest he school board for serving us this gross stuff every day?" said Aubrey mirroring her father from facial expression to accent.
"Yeah, stomach content in this place gets pretty nasty." said Christian with the look in his eye that was coined by his father Mac.
"Ha, I haven't eaten the grub here since Dad told me about the nacho cheese murder case." said Rachel opening up a soda can.
"Mom worked that to, definitely New York at its weirdest." I said just as I felt my cell phone vibrate. "Oh, hold on guys, Messer."
"Hey honey how you doin'?" asked my dad Danny Messer in his signature thick accent.
"Having lunch with the CLK, what's up?" I asked referring to the Crime Lab Kids a club that we created around second grade and consists of me, Aubrey, Christian and Rachel.
"Your mom and I are gonna be workin' late tonight." said dad, somewhat apologetically.
"Ah, suspect that you're having a hard time pinning at a crime scene." I said automatically.
"You know it, apparently someone advised our evidence not to tell us who the murderer is." said Dad sarcastically. "You ok with getting dinner for yourself tonight? Money for pizza's in the usual place."
"Sure that's fine." I said then getting an idea asked, "Hey, is it ok if Aubrey comes over after school?"
"That's alright by me so long as you clear it with Flack and first." said Dad.
"Cool, now go catch your bad guy." I said then with a note of concern added. "And please you and Mom remember be careful."
"Will do; say hi to everyone for me." said Dad reassuringly. "See you when we get home, I love you."
"Love you to, bye." I said closing my cell phone. "Aub we're good for my place as long as we get the okay from your dad."
"Sweet I'm just not getting the work in Hansen's class lately." said Aubrey running a hand through her jet black hair.
"Lucky for you one of our best friends is half Italian." said Rachel.
"Yeah, Detective Dad's been teaching me the language since my first birthday." I said proud of my Italian roots.
"Well, one more class to go, later guys." said Christian grabbing his bag and tossing his soda as the bell signaling the end of lunch rang.
"See you Chris." said Aubrey as he broke off from the group heading to geometry we girls walked to the other end of the school.
"Uh, there's nothing like English lit Lord of the Flies to help you lose your lunch." I groaned as the three of us stopped at the entrance to two class rooms.
"Beats Mr. Gibson's 'nails on chalkboard' sound." said Rachel.
"I know right somebody call Uncle Sid." Aubrey joked. "Tell him we found a voice that can raise the victims he sees every day."
"Science," said Rachel our paths to class crossing.
"English, later." Aubrey and I said in unison as the group separated further.
Well what do you think? It's pretty safe to say all these kids know a thing or two about the way CSI's work, and are on their way to following in their parents foot steps. Sorry nothing much interesting happened in this chapter I just needed a neutral way of starting the story and introducing the kids. I promise it gets better as the story progresses. Please review, any constructive criticism or ideas are always welcome.
Complaint of the week: WASL
Sorry I didn't post much this week I'm a Sophomore in high school and was distracted with state standardized tests. I HATE the WASL, for those who don't live in Washington state WASL means the "Washinton Assesment of Student Learning." If it sounds Boring Stupid and Tedious that because it is and the i need to pass that to graduate. Sorry ranting anyway thanks for reading hope you enjoyed it.