CHAPTER ONE
This was it! The day Emily had been waiting for for years. She was FINALLY 21! Old enough to join the police academy! Emily felt the mild fall air blow her hair away from her face, as she looked up at the doors to the Los Angeles Police Academy. No turning back now, Emily thought as she pushed open the doors. "Hello." Emily said to the receptionist. "Can I help you?" she said in a deep southern drawl. "Um, yes, I have a registration for Emily Garcia?" "Okay, i see you're listed… you can head on back to the main office, Mr Lynch will show you your room." Emily walked behind the desk and through the door that said 'MAIN OFFICE' on frosted glass. "Hello! I'm your weapons safety teacher, mr lynch. You can follow me to the dorms. A few minutes later, Emily flopped down on her surprisingly soft bed and noticed there was another across the room, the 2 areas separated by a light gray curtain. "I have a roommate, cool!" she couldn't wait to meet her. But right now, she needed to unpack her stuff.
The next morning, Emily woke up to a Tuller Swoft song blasting in the other 'room'. "You're awake! Hi, I'm your roommate, Megan!" "Ugh, it's too early in the morning to be this happy…'' Emily groaned. "Well, aren't you sour!" Megan frowned. "This isn't gonna be a wednesday/enid thing is it?" "NO, of course not! It's just early and I'm grumpy in the morning." Emily explained. "Well good, cause I don't wanna room with grumpy pants. Come on, let's grab breakfast and go to our first class!
Well, that was exhausting. Emily thought to herself. She had just barely gotten past the academy. It's not that she wasn't smart or strong, her father had taught her how to fight until she was better than HIM! It was just that her more powerful magic seemed based on her emotions, so if she was high on adrenaline it was harder for her to hold her powers back. But she was sure once the stress of not knowing if she would be eligible passed, she would learn to control her powers better. "Hey, Garcia!" An older officer jolted her out of her daydream. "You should head to roll call." "Oh, yeah. Thanks." Emily replied. She grabbed her duty belt and walked out of the locker room. She sat down at the rookie's table in the briefing room. "Decided to grace us with your presence, 'boot?' "
"Noah!" Emily exclaimed. "I Missed you so much! How was Vegas P.D?" "TERRIBLE." Noah, one of her fellow rookies who switched to a different academy halfway through the year due to family issues in las vegas. "All the drunk people and druggies really triggered my anxiety. Seeing people like that just breaks me." "I agree." Noah and Emily looked up to an unfamiliar face. "Fynn Moore. How do you do?" "Hi! What academy did you go to?" Noah asked. "I went to Fresno but got transferred to san fransisco." "Cool!" Emily replied. "Alright, everyone can I have your attention?" "That's Sergeant peterson. He's tough, but fair." Fynn whispered to Emily and Noah. "Got something to share, Officer Moore? You won't get any favoritism here." "Yes sir. Imean, no sir. I mean-i'll just shut up now." Sargent Peterson nodded, a small smile teasing the corners of his lips. "We have some new blood today! Rookies, Please stand up and state your name, pronouns, and badge number." Emily stood up. "Emily Garcia. Badge number 29663. She-Her, pronouns, please!" Noah stood. "Noah Simmons! 29587, and I use He- him." Finally, Fynn stood up. "Fynn Moore. Badge 22854. I Use They-Them Pronouns." the sergeant motioned for the rookies to sit down. "Alright time for the "training officer matching game,' As my friend Wade calls it. Garcia, you'll be riding with Officer Owens. Moore, you'll be with Officer Cook. and Simmons will get Lee. Alright, Be safe out there."