Post by xx on Mar 1, 2009 7:53:52 GMT -5
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Yarivette Rodriguez was a simple girl, from a simple place. She wasn't a big city girl, she didn't have any 'diva' like complexes. She was pretty plain, in her opinion. A dancer, one of the best in her program. Set to blow. Her future was almost set in stone, if you wanted to say. Now, all tragic things seem to happen suddenly, when you're at your peak. Life is nothing more than a tragedy we're all forced to live in, and sometimes.. to people that don't really have anything to look forward to, tragedies are the centers of their lives, and they thrive off of it. Doesn't make much sense, does it? To certain people, it does.
Gregory Anderson was an angry kid. So he traveled along the city creating havoc. A simple black ragged hoodie and dark jeans were the same attire you always saw him in. Nothing else changed. Kids in his school wondered about him. Was he a bum? Were the rumors true that he lived straight out of the school back yard? Would that explain how clothes were always missing out of the boys locker room? Because he took it? Gregory lived off robbing money to get something to eat. But it wasn't because he had too, it was because he chose too.
Allen Smith. The Jock. It was pretty simple to avoid eye contact with the kid. He was 6'2. And he had just been awarded a full football playing scholarship right out of Davidson Preparatory Academy. His parents were the people that owned Cove Lane, so he was blessed with that black BMW that mommy and daddy had just thrown at him for his 18th birthday. And he was proving that he was only going up from there.
Jane Kya was the swiftest girl out of James Madison High School. Rumors were, she was getting sponsored by Nike, and when she graduated out of high school in 1989, she was going to be the next big star. The Gold Olympic Medal winner for the U.S. of A. The pride and joy of her hometown. The only thing was, that Jane Kya now wore a simple tag that read 'Hello! My Name Is JANE', and she worked at Rite Aid. Great life, right?
Heath Ezra was invincible. Heath Ezra was godly. Heath Ezra was top of his Police Academy class, and he was simply the best. He should've won an award for fastest promotion, he went from a regular street officer to detective in a matter a months, and 10 years down the line, he's head of the Police Station right in the middle of the city. He's the only Police Chief you can see that goes RIGHT to the source of the crime, himself. Those stripes didn't earn themselves, boy.
Finally, Susan Orman is the only teacher in Bayside High School that cares, it's not even funny. She teaches English, and she tutors for Math. Pretty funny, isn't it? She's the nicest teacher around, and has the life anyone would dream for. A career she loves, a husband who doesn't cheat, loves her and a son who's the most precious thing you've ever seen. You envy her just by sitting in her classroom.
See now, these people are the people you least expect to conflict. Yet, they do. Now, let the story unfold. Susan Orman taught English at Bayside High School. Bayside High. Concerned for her student, Gregory, she informs the police on his homelessness. The rumors had actually gotten to her, and she was worried. Heath Ezra, the local police chief had NEVER heard of such a situation like that of Gregory's. So he decides to check it out himself. Once and Officer, always an Officer, right? As he investigates the scene, he finds nothing. Greg had already fled. Questioning the kids, one fesses up immediately as to the where-bouts of Gregory. Allen Smith saw the kid run out of the locker room with his sweat pants, and decided to follow him. Not even to fight the kid, but to see what he was up too. He followed him over to the local Rite Aid.
Allen and Heath go to the Rite Aid, only to find Gregory asleep in the back of the lot. It was around 11 which was closing time. See, Gregory was smart. He left broken glass around him, so if someone came around, he'd hear their steps crunching the glass. Now, Heath didn't see the glass. And neither did Allen. So the audible crunch woke Greg up. Immediately seeing the police car itself, he ran. Ran into the parking lot. Now since it was so late. Jane had already closed up and was getting ready to leave. A swift snatch and push performed by robbing skills that had developed over the years, he quickly got into Jane's car and sped off , JUST missing the chief and Allen. It didn't take much for Greg to lose control either. He had never been behind the wheel. A stupid quick turn sent his car screeching past a stop sign. A loud THUD was heard infront of his car before he hit another car. It was clear he had hit a person.
1 death, 1 arrest, and a city full of amazed spectators. Yarivette Rodriguez had died by the hands of Gregory. Had Susan never identified the police, or Allen never seen the kid run. Maybe if Heath had looked at the ground, or Jane left just MINUTES earlier...things would have been different. But they weren't. And it all happened. [/color][/font]