* Harleen Quinzel*

            And here I am, Harleen Quinzel Walton, 27, a graduate in forensic investigation in New York, and on the way to the Gotham Police Department, where I will do my job competently ... I hope so!

The ride is very monotonous, and the lady sitting next to me snoring seems to enjoy it more than I do. Oh my god, is she drooling herself??! It does not match the earrings that are constantly blinding me, if I were not an honest person they probably would not be there anymore, these people should be more careful, they even seem to be asking for something to ruin with their lives. With hair arranged this way, for a person around the age of 60, it seems that her life is favorable. But the fact of riding a bus, without air conditioning, without wifi, which stops literally in all seasons, which causes it to take about 4 hours 25 minutes and 54 seconds to reach the destination, if there is no traffic , makes me realize that if this lady's life were full of riches as she wants to show, she would have caught a taxi or gone by plane!

There I am getting into the lives of others! Like my life was so much better !!

Ever since I was born, everyone told me that I would be a great cop, like my dear father, Walter Walton, or what I usually call WW. And for many years, I wanted to be, or thought I wanted to, since I was been influenced by everyone around me to follow something that would continue the legacy of my family, since my father, aunt, grandfather, great-grandfather and so on, followed this career. When I was 8 years old, they decided to enroll in St. Ignatius College, so that I could get a better education, and only focus on my career when it was time. And it was also an excuse for my father to move away from my mother, since she had mental problems and from time to time gave she had psychological outbreaks and starts to attack everyone around her. My father feared that the problem was genetic and that I also had it, despite many many tests, after having confirmed that I was well.

I have been there until I was 17, I made many friends, good friends that I will take forever in my heart, like Marie King, Xander Wilde, Antony Curry, etc. Then I went to university, and to the surprise of every one, I did not become a cop, but a forensic investigator. I still could work the same in a squad, I just did not risk constantly shots on my chest. I got a masters degree, a PhD, I took an extra-course in martial arts, because ... I felt like it. I also had ballet classes, and I even gave a few little lessons to children. And here I am, years later, successful in life.

I wish my mother was here to see me! But she committed suicide when I was 12, but I know she's happy for me, you're kind enough to tell me this every day, I do not know what I'd do without your presence in my life! Was my mother also lucky enough to have you in her head?

We arrived! Finally!

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PS: if you like this story then take a look at my new story "Trail's" inspired in Harry Potter, Shadowhunters and Sabrina, I promise you won't be disappointed :)