Peter re-positioned his backpack and chugged up the steep hill.
Would this day Ever End! He thought vehemently.
His third day at the acadamey was not going well. Thunder pontificated
loudly.
Yeah, go one. You're all talk. Peter thought. If you even start to Rain
before i get inside, I'll... I'll.. he sighed in surrender. I'll just walk
faster. He had experienced a most embarrasing incident in his history of law
enforcement class. He already knew most of the material but when he tried to
answer the questions, three girls in the back would always snicker and call
him Mr. Know-It-All. Then, on the range, whenever he would aim his gun.. a
girl named Morgan would try to spook him. Then there was the humiliating
experience with the restrooms. He rolled his eyes heavenward wondering what
his father would say about such carelessness. In his haste to get to class,
he had entered the ladies room instead of his classroom which were virtually
side by side.
He shifted the backpack again which seemed to get heavier and heavier as the
day wore on. He finally reached the small brown building that housed the
cafeteria. As he entered, he smelled an all too familiar smell. Rice. What
in tarnation was Rice doing in the Police Acadamey cafeteria.
"hey Caine!" Bill shouted and waved him over.
he walked over and sighed with relief as he unloaded his canvas burden on
the table.
"Do you like Chinese food, Caine? That's what they're serving as the special
today. Personally, I love the stuff. My mouth is already watering. If i
don't eat soon, i'll drown in my own saliva."
Gross. Peter thought. He wanted to say it out loud but managed to bite it
back. Bill Eagleton was fast turning into a non-favorite person of his. The
man had the manners of a boar, the personality of sandpaper, and the
mentality of a psychopath.
"NO. I don't particularly care for it. I'll probably end up with a sald and
a burger."
As they were finishing up their lunch, a girl approacched them and sat
down by Bill. She was dressed in standard uniform and long brown hair
cascaded down her back.
"I'm Morgan." she said to Bill, complety ignoring Peter. She had already met
him at the shooting range. He had beaten her score. She hated to lose.
The pipsqueak, that was her nickname for him, sat on the front row, knew
almost all the answers, drew all the other girls attention yet paid no
attention to her, and was a better shot than she was. She was reminded of
the song "I hate her. I don't know why but i'll think of the reason later."
Well, as far as she was conernced, she had plenty of reasons to hate Peter
Caine. He was an upstart suckup.
Bill turned his womanizing gaze on Morgan.
"I'm Bill and this here is Caine."
Morgan sneered. "We've met. You actually hang around this loser?"
Bill looked at Peter as if seeing him for the first time.
"Oh, him? Not really. Say, my classes are over for today. You wanna go catch
a movie?"
Peter rolled his eyes, something he had started doing alot since he joined
the acadamey. Another strike on Bill's record was that he was lousy at the
dating game. Well, so am I. he amended. At least, I'm not smarmy.
As the two left without so much as a goodbye to him, Peter rolled his eyes
and chuckled.
"Bill and Morgan? There's a match made in..well.. they deserve each other."
He took the last bite of his hamburger, noticing the diffrences in quality
between the cafeteria's version and his mom's.
