Writings: Don't Go in Your Car, Someone's There

Approximate Age: 10-11

What you are about to read is not true, but is a story of fiction.  This could really happen.  Caution:  Read if you risk!!

Vivian Berrier, age 24 was on her way to work when a police officer pulled her over.

"Did I do something wrong?" asked Vivian.

"No, you didn't ma'am," he said.

"Steve, why did you do that?" asked Vivian.

"Oh honey, I like teasing you."

"You've done that so much, I should have known it was you," said Vivian.  "I'm glad you're my boyfriend, you're so protective."

"Didn't you notice anything?" asked Steve.

"What should I notice?" asked Vivian.

"I've been following you ever since you left home," said Steve.

"See what I mean by protective?" said Vivian.  "I gotta go honey.  I'm already late," complained Vivian. "The judge will be on my case for it."

"Well, see ya honey," Steve said.

The two engaged lovers kissed and they both drove off to their destinations.  Steve Forester's destination was the Los Angeles Police Station, and Vivian's destination was the Los Angeles Courthouse where she had a client named Randy Foster, who was accused of attempted murder.

After five hours in the courtroom, Randy Foster was proved innocent by the jury.  Randy said nothing to the proud lawyer and walked off.

Vivian went home where her husband-to-be sat and watched Monday Night Football.

"Well, did you win the case?" asked Steve.

"Yay," said Vivian.

"Then why the long face?" asked Steve.

"He didn't say thank you or anything," said Vivian.

"Well, come here, I'll cheer you up," said Steve.

"Thanks, but no thanks," said Vivian.  "I'm just going to go to bed.  Maybe I'll feel better when I wake up."

"Well, good night honey," said Steve.  "See you in the morning."

Vivian went upstairs to her bed an fell asleep.

Later in the night, Steve came up to where Vivian was sound asleep.  Steve then went to bed.

The next morning, Vivian was the first one up.  She went downstairs to the kitchen and started cooking their breakfast.

Vivian yelled up to her boyfriend, "What do you want for breakfast?"

There was no answer.

She yelled again, "What do you want for breakfast?"

Still there was no answer.

She went back to work.

An hour passed and Vivian was ready to go to work.  Steve still wasn't awake.  Finally, Vivian went upstairs to see where he was.

He wasn't there.  Vivian then remembered he had night patrol and wouldn't be back until 6:00 the next night.

Vivian went downstairs and got her coat and purse.  She left and forgot to lock the door.  She got in the car and drove off to her next case.

***author's note*** I never completed this piece (clearly), and I have NO earthly idea how the story was to unfold.  Keep in mind that my separation of thoughts here in this typed version differ greatly from my original handwritten (in cursive, I might add) tale @ age 10 or so.  The only new paragraphs I had in the original were for different bits of dialogue.  And in all of this, only one incorrect word (that I saw)...  "PROVED" instead of the correct "PROVEN" and one massive run-on sentence regarding their "destinations".  Good times.  :)