Personal Narrative Fiction

Michael: “Yes, I thought I’d try it out.”

Shere: Raises eyebrows “Hmmm”

Michael: “Ah...” Fidgets nervously “I was wondering if you wanted to get tea?” Sounds hopeful

Shere: “Yes, that would be wonderful!”

Michael: “Really?!”

Shere: “Yes. Black, two sugars, a little bit of cream.” Looks at dirt under the microscope.

Michael: “Sorry?” Michael looks confused.

Shere: “Black, two sugars, a little bit of cream. That’s how I like my tea.” Looks at Michael “Well, go on”

Michael: “Right.” Michael leaves quickly

Scene then shows Shere examining the gravel, then the oil, and then extracting DNA. John comes in holding a few papers.

John: “I got those papers you wanted.” Shere stretches out her hand and John exasperatingly hands her the files.

“...Your welcome?” Shere doesn’t respond and John just huffs and stands still. Michael enters with tea and Sally traveling behind him.

Shere: “Ah Michael, thanks.” Shere takes a sip of tea, before backtracking and looking at Michael. “What happened to the gel?”

Michael: “It wasn’t working for me.” Says a bit insecurely.

Shere: “Pity. It looked good. Now your hair just looks,” pauses, gives a good look, and gestures vaguely with her hand “...flat.” Michael looks embarrassed and downtrodden. Sally rolls her eyes.

John: “SHERE!” John says admonishingly.

Shere: Looks confusingly at John, then a bit somber but still with confusion. “Not good?”

John: “Bit not good, yah.”

Shere: Looks back at Michael “Sorry.” said awkwardly “You look...dashing?” Looks back at John for confirmation and receives a nod. Clears throat. “Anyways, here’s the extracted DNA, you can identify the victim if they’re on CODIS.”

John: “So any idea on where the killer might be?”

Sally: “The psycho probably does considering she’s probably the one who committed it.”

Shere: “Is that so Sally, you seem to be in a mood today, let me guess it was Anderson?

Might want to put a little more makeup on,” looks pointedly, “And buy a thesaurus if that word is the best insult you can come up with. I’m not a psychopath, I’m a high functioning sociopath. Do your research before you lower the IQ of the whole building.” Sally huffs and storms out and Shere looks at John to answer her question.

Shere: “Yes.” Looks at John pointedly.

John: “Stop looking at us like that!”

Shere: In confusion “Like what?”

John: “Like we know what's going on! You, being all mysterious with your...your eyeliner and turning your coat collar up so you look cool!”

Shere: “I don’t do that.” Mumbles

John: “Mind explaining to us” John inclines her head

Scene shifts to describe what Shere says.

Shere: “The soil samples showed me a few things, the soil was a mix between sand and silt, so we’re looking for a area with a bit of nature, that narrows it down a bit, next the soil was subangular, mature, and of medium size. There’s only one place with that type of soil so the general area we’ll be looking for is Greenwich. Next I noticed that there was specks of white mixed on the victim's shoe. I did some chemical test and classified it as paint, specifically interior paint used to paint walls. We’re looking for a place under construction, or remodeling. Finally that smudge on her hand matched the same type of oil used to grease the gears on a metal flattening machine. There’s only one place this trace evidence matches, Harveys of Charleton.” Looks at John with excitement. “Come on

John!”