Little Miss Red
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April watched as the raindrops ran down the window, the streaks and the dark clouds peeking through behind the old yellowing blinds. They slid down the dusty glass, making trails as they connected with one another and April counted how many connections they made until the whole thing slid off the second story window, out of view. It was surprisingly comforting, and at this moment that's what April needed.
No one had ever used this program before. It was an old program that no one bothered with anymore since the 80's. Maybe people just stopped bothering with it because it cost too much money to have trained professionals not only in the prisons but also at the stations. Many people didn't want criminals to be baby sat and rehabilitated, but because of this program April was getting into college. It looked good to them, that she would spend time enough to help young gang members, helping them regain the life they could have. However, April didn't think it would be used, because everyone before her never had anyone to watch over....Somehow, someone got through.
April knew she was nice enough and a part of her was happy to help. The only information she had was that he was about her age, and it seemed this was the first time he was caught. From what the chief said, he made it sound like they had been looking for him forever and it surprised her that such a guy would be given a second chance, especially in a smaller town like this. On the other side, she was scared, and for good reason! He was a thief, a member of the mafia even? Now April couldn't remember all the details, her stomach turning again with butterflies. When the nerves started to get too much she returned to watching the rain, counting the drops that ran into each other- One, two, three, four-
Suddenly the door opened, and there stood the chief's right hand woman, Mrs. Cornell. A slightly plump woman, with stern ashy gray eyes and thin lips pulled into a small pout. There were a few wrinkles around her mouth and eyes, but the thing that gave away age was the striking silver hair, piled into a limp bun on behind her head.
"Sit down son." She motioned to the chair next to April's, and when she did she tried to make eye contact with the boy. April was 22, though she didn't always look like it, and so she guessed he had to be around the same age, though the thing that struck her was the bright red hair. She gave a small smile as he sat beside her, only giving a small glance to Mrs. Cornell as she took her seat at her rather spotless desk. For a moment she rummaged for her reading glasses, then a pen, before giving a small cough and starting.
"April, this will be your assignment." She looked over at the man, giving him a small glance over her glasses. "Introduce yourself."
No one had ever used this program before. It was an old program that no one bothered with anymore since the 80's. Maybe people just stopped bothering with it because it cost too much money to have trained professionals not only in the prisons but also at the stations. Many people didn't want criminals to be baby sat and rehabilitated, but because of this program April was getting into college. It looked good to them, that she would spend time enough to help young gang members, helping them regain the life they could have. However, April didn't think it would be used, because everyone before her never had anyone to watch over....Somehow, someone got through.
April knew she was nice enough and a part of her was happy to help. The only information she had was that he was about her age, and it seemed this was the first time he was caught. From what the chief said, he made it sound like they had been looking for him forever and it surprised her that such a guy would be given a second chance, especially in a smaller town like this. On the other side, she was scared, and for good reason! He was a thief, a member of the mafia even? Now April couldn't remember all the details, her stomach turning again with butterflies. When the nerves started to get too much she returned to watching the rain, counting the drops that ran into each other- One, two, three, four-
Suddenly the door opened, and there stood the chief's right hand woman, Mrs. Cornell. A slightly plump woman, with stern ashy gray eyes and thin lips pulled into a small pout. There were a few wrinkles around her mouth and eyes, but the thing that gave away age was the striking silver hair, piled into a limp bun on behind her head.
"Sit down son." She motioned to the chair next to April's, and when she did she tried to make eye contact with the boy. April was 22, though she didn't always look like it, and so she guessed he had to be around the same age, though the thing that struck her was the bright red hair. She gave a small smile as he sat beside her, only giving a small glance to Mrs. Cornell as she took her seat at her rather spotless desk. For a moment she rummaged for her reading glasses, then a pen, before giving a small cough and starting.
"April, this will be your assignment." She looked over at the man, giving him a small glance over her glasses. "Introduce yourself."