So I was in the room Hara, who was sitting on the computer. Pop pop (Our grandfather), had just gave the kids all a donut. I’m not a huge fan of donuts so I turned down the offer.
Anyways, Hara is sitting in the chair, well…spinning in the chair, eating a donut.
“Aren’t you going to get sick, spinning like that?” I ask her. She ignores me.
“Hara?” I call. She still says nothing. “Okay…” I turn, about to leave, when she suddenly calls out.
“Hey!” She calls.
“What?” I ask.
“Do you know what I want to be when I grow up?” She asks.
‘…That’s a bit random.’ I think, but a bit curious I ask her, “What do you want to be?”
“…Hmm…A police officer!” She tells me.
“Really?” I ask, a bit shocked.
“Yep.” She nods.
“That’s good.” I reply.
“Do you know why?” She asks.
“No…” I admit. “Why?”
“So I can stop the idiots that make crimes.” She says, happily.
“…Oh.” Is all I say.
“Well…Right now… I’m in training.”
“You are?” I question.
“What do you do for training?” I press on.
“I’m practicing right now.” She says.
“How?” I’m starting to get confused.
“By eating donuts. I have to start eating donuts EVERYDAY!” Hara explains.
“Yes! Of course! Jeez…Don’t you even know what police do?” She looks at me, like I’ve grown a second head.
“Yes.” I say.
“Then what do they do?” She quizzes.
“They-” I start.
“Wrong!” She rudely cuts me off, crossing her arms and giving me a weird look.
“They get their guns out and shoot people then, they go to the donut shop and buy donuts, take out their beating stick and say to the bad guy do you want one? The bad guy says yes. Then, they say: here…SIIIIKE. Then they eat all the donuts and put the bad guy in jail. I think you need to learn that at schooooool!” She turns back to the computer, putting her headphones in.
“O..kay..” I reply.
“Storm!” A bit startled, I turn to Spike, who has just entered the room.
“Yes?” I ask him.
“Ummm…hi?” I say. “Hey, Spike…”
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
‘I’m sure I know this one’ I think to myself.
“A spidermonkey!” Spike shouts.
“What?” ‘I could’ve sworn it would be spiderman’
“Watch me!” He exclaims and begins climbing up my grandfather’s robe.
“I’m sure you’ll be great….at…that.” I respond.
“I will!” Spike says with a smile.
I turn to walk out the room wondering about the future and-
“Storm, ask can I get some more donuts!” Hara calls.
“ME TOO!!!” Spike shouts.
….As I was saying…I walk out of the room wondering about the future and…If cops really like donuts ‘that much’.