Bullying Creative Writing

It's a Sunday morning and the sky is gray with clouds, so I start to think that it’s going to be a little cold today. Getting out of my bed, I do my usual morning routine: make the bed, change my clothes for work, brush my teeth, and eat breakfast. While I'm eating breakfast, I realize that my family is gone, but I quickly remember that they went to church, which explains why it was so quiet in the house. Usually, my kids would come running to me still in their pajamas telling me good morning while my wife is in the kitchen making something. After having breakfast and reading the newspaper, I prepare to leave for work. I usually leave at around 7:00, but on weekends, I leave at around 8:00.

As I leave the house, I check myself and make sure

I was a bit confused and was surprised that one person has the commitment to keep calling. As I pick it up, I hear a high pitched voice. I process the voice in my head and I realize after a few seconds that it is a kid. I start to wonder why a kid is calling a detective, so I keep on listening, his name is Billy, and it turns out he has a case for me. But when he revealed his case to me, I thought to myself that his case was definitely quite silly. He said that he lost his iPhone and that he can't find it. Billy described his iPhone as a 4s version with a white color and a clear plastic/gel case. He also mentioned that he had a five dollar bill that he believed that the culprit left behind. I asked him if he still had the bill, but he said he already spent it. When he asked me if I could help him, I assured him that I would come to his aid as soon as I could and hung

What I did remember was to write a note and put it on my computer, that way it reminds me to get back to his case. After I pushed his case to the side, a woman came in. She had a concerned look on her face. She said somebody robbed her purse and that she cannot find it anywhere. “Where did you put it last?” I asked. She said, “In my car, I drove my car here if you want to take a look inside and investigate.” I agreed, “but one more question before we take a look” I replied, “Why did you come to me? Because the cops could have done this just as well, and they have more people to do it versus me being the one detective you have asked. Why?” There was a long pause, that tells me that she was not prepared for the question. After the pause, she replied, “I don't know, I just don't trust the cops.” I thought about what she said, then I agreed to help