Nominate me for MTV's TJ!!!!

Call it overly ambitous but this is perfect!

So all you guys have to do is go to: tj.mtv.com and nominate me (@sin_sational) for MTV's fiirst ever Twitter Jockey!

I need you guys' support so feel free to nominate me as much as you'd like!

Sinsationally yours,

Eury

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clue you in...

YO!I've been super busy lately (not really) && I haven't gotten things to the point where I want them as far as how my blog is looking these days but I;m working on it...

I'm feeling fabolous lately! Venturing out meeting and talking to people I normally wouldn't. Life is taking an unexpected turn for me, I can feel it. There I go again be optimistic.... I miss the mean pessimist than use to be me, it was comfortable.

Anywho my 1 year anniversary since I joined my sorority is 10 days away; it just happens to be the same day as the bf && I's 7 month anniversary =)

I miss him. It's been like 2 months since I saw him last... To deal I've been on twitter a lot now (follow @socialcarnivore). Tryin to fill that void lol.

I also took up that bad habit again.  He doesn't know.  Maybe he does now. shxt....

I had a short hair style but I switched it because I wanted to look more spring-y (?)

And I got a new pair of frames. Moms been spoiling me lately. What's new wit chu??

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you want fries with that?

there's one girl who I went to college with that I would always admire.  she was a bigger girl but carried herself better than most.  she was fashionable && had swag (for a lack of a better word).

I respected the fact that she embraced her size and dressed to fit it.

...getting to my point...

so I've gained a little weight.  no more than ten pounds... but its enough weight where my clothes don't fit the same.

lately I've been overthinking things (more than usually) && came to some conclusions...

I am uncomfortable with buying larger clothes, not being able to buy jeans from any store I go in.  I know something's got to give, I've ripped two pairs of jeans in the last month tryna fit into em [lmao].

I keep telling myself I'm gonna go on a diet, but lets be real... I love food way to much to break up with it.  So should I just say fcuk it? Im beautiful regardless, and my body is still banging? (i know this is true, but i was more comfortable maybe one pant size smaller)...

::sighs::

what do you guys think?

i hate having these girly moments.

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rambles.

My mom, my sis, and I went on a shopping spree on saturday (my sister's treat ;) )  && got some really cute stuff.  I CANT WAIT TIL CHRISTMAS... I know I sound like a big ass kid, sue me.

So I took a placement test with the US Census Bureau on  Sunday.  They said we should aim towards the high 80's... I scored a 97% hopefully I'll be getting that phone call...

Best part is, my test administrator says they don't do random drug testing (in case I wanna take up old habits).  I blame Kid Cudi, been bumpin his songs a lot lately....

My semester is almost over and I'm looking at all A's, maybe one B...

I miss my boyfriend, though he's been pissing the fcuk off lately.  Won't be seeing his high yeller ass til New Years, sux right? I know.

My sister is home from school, now it feels even more crowded than it was.  I really need to get my own place.

::sigh::

there's not much going on with me, I need a muse.  Something to motivate/inspire me...

I need a girls night out.  Maybe one day soon.

later dweebs.

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catch up.

Ok... So here's what's been going on (&& keeping me away from my baby, my blog).

School.
Its getting pretty hectic. I can handle it though, I aced my mid-term (got the highest grade in the class :) ) && now I have a bunch of papers to write, so I don't have much time to write for leisure.

The BF.
He's great. Haven't seen him in almost a month. But I'm going to see him after thanksgiving. I really miss him. I hate long distance relationships... ::sighs::

Moi.
So I went on a follow up interview for a job with my mom's company. Its a good look y'all. Salaried, full benefits, vacation time, && the whole nine yards.... I hope I get this job, i would be financially sound at least until I graduate in like 2 years. Then I'll finally be where I wanted to be at the age of 21.

I've been spending a lot of time alone, which is a huge deal for me. I've learned alot about the people around me. && with that said my circle has dropped down to three people. But I am A-O K with that, less drama to worry about.

digression: money WILL ruin friendships....

I was thinking about giving the women at my school a chance, some of them have invited me out.  At the very least they can be club buddies, right?  The only problem is they remind me so much of the chicks that called me "white girl", "stuck up", "prissy", you get the gist...

I did go out a couple of weekends ago with an old friend from high school.  I saw some old flames, but for the most part it was fun.  I felt so out of place in this damn club.  I didn't know any of the songs the DJ played.  I am so over the chicks getting banged out by dudes on the dance floor, take that shit to the bedroom.  I am even more over dudes pulling on your arm even after you've told them you weren't interested.  I will never understand why some women don't dress for their body type (they must not have friends to tell them "Bxtch go back &&change, you look a hot mess!")


other than that, I've missed basically eveything socially relevant in the media... who wants to help me catch up??

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performing.

I've been debating on whether or not I will actually got through with it and do spoken word....

I think I could be great, but I'm a punk...

What do you guys think??

Here's a link to the poem I wanna perform, && yes I wrote it ;)

Speechless poem

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no friend of mine.

Ima keep this short && sweet because I promised myself that I wouldn't devote any more time to this issue.

I'm pissed because people who are supposed to be my friends, my sisters are proving to be quite the opposite.  They're very much self centered, proud, and selfish.  My mama has always told me I'm too nice to people and that I'm a better friend to many than they are to me.

This is just another one of those times...  I'm tired of missing people, wondering how they're doing, just showing general concern when they don't even care if I'm alive.

::sighs::

I had a mild epiphany.  FUCK EM.  I stress the small things way too much.  I let people occupy way too much time in my mind.  But not anymore.

It's all about me && those who trully care.  How do I sort out the good from the bad??  I just stop caring.  If they call, they call.  Consistency is key.

I'll let you guys know how many people actually end up caring....

&&now back to your regular schedule.

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all up in the koolaid...

...don't even know the flava. 


anywho, got this from Reese-ey poo's blog (sorry for the corny nickname lol)


1. What time did you wake up this morning?  8:30, it was completely against my will.

2. How do you like your steak? Well done, bloody food is gross.

3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema?  Law Abiding Citizen, great movie =)

4. What is your favorite TV show? Criminal Minds, Vampire Diaries, 90210, Melrose Place, and Degrassi.

5. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? Philly, to be closer to my big pain in the ass bf.

6. What did you have for breakfast? Frosted Flakes (all that was left).

7. What is your favorite cuisine? Italian.  No wait, Asian...

8. What foods do you dislike? Squid, Chitterlings....

9. Favorite place to eat? My livingroom.

10. Favorite dressing? Ranch, great on salad n buffalo chicken wings lol

11. What kind of vehicle do you drive? I'll let you know when I get my license...

12. What are your favorite clothes? Fall clothes: sweaters and jeans =)

13. Where would you visit if you had the chance? Fiji

14. Cup 1/2 empty or 1/2 full? Depends, 1/2 full unless it'sa cup of water...

15. Where would you want to retire? Idk yet.

16. Favorite time of day?  The afternoon.

17. Where were you born? Bronx, NY.

18. What is your favorite sport to watch?  Whatever the bf forces me to watch (don't really bang with sports like that).

19. Who are you most curious about their responses to this? No one in particular....

20. Bird watcher? BORING

21. Are you a morning person or a night person? Both...

22. Do you have any pets? yup, my kitty named Beauty

23. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share? Check out the previous posts...

24. What did you want to be when you were little? A marine biologist.

25. What is your best childhood memory? All, I had a great childhood.

26. Are you a cat or dog person? Cat.

27. Are you married? Nope. Not yet.

28. Always wear your seat belt? When I'm in the front seat...

29. Been in a car accident? Yup, my first time driving... lol

30. Any pet peeves? People who chew with their mouth open.  People who talk really low.  Bad breath/hygiene. Corny pick up lines.  People who spend more money on clothes then the necessities like food or rent.

31. Favorite Pizza Toppings? Pepperoni && extra cheese.

32. Favorite Flower? White Carnation

33. Favorite ice cream? Butter pecan/cookie dough

34. Favorite fast food restaurant?  Popeyes.

35. How many times did you fail your driver's test? 0. Haven't taken one yet.

36. From whom did you get your last email? Facebook, lol

37. Which store would you choose to max out your credit card? None, that's just dumb.

38. Do anything spontaneous lately? This survey is about as spontaneous as I get. Lmao, j/k

39. Like your job? Yes, if I had one.

38. Broccoli?  Yes with lots of cheese.

41. What was your favorite vacation? Cruise to the bahamas last august with my fam.

42. Last person you went out to dinner with? My boyfriend.

43. What are you listening to right now? Street cars and police sirens.

44. What is your favorite color?  Blue, duh.

46. How many are you tagging for this quiz? anyone who reads it.

47. What time did you finish this quiz? 2:49 pm

48. Coffee drinker? Ugh, no thanks.

Tag ur it... Repost!

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18 things to know....

found this via kiss.the.pen

:1: MY EX- just doesn't get it.

:2: MAYBE I SHOULD- start over, however I would go about doing that....

:3: I LOVE-funny & genuine people, writing/blogging, eating, sleeping, && being me =)

:4: PEOPLE WOULD SAY THAT I'M- not what they expected me to be.

:5: I DON'T UNDERSTAND- plenty of things, but I've just about given up on trying to understand.

:6: WHEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING- I hope &&pray things will go my way.

:7: I LOST- my ability to relate.  I can't seem to relate to anyone because I think no one understands me...

:8: LIFE IS FULL OF- mistakes, get over it && go make your next one.

:9: MY PAST IS- what made me who I am, wouldn't change it for the world.

:10: I GET ANNOYED WHEN- people don't listen.  Communication is key.

:11: PARTIES ARE-not what they use to be...

:12: I WISH- I didn't stress the small stuff as much...

:13: DOGS- scare the shit outta me

:14: CATS- are lazy, at least mine is...

:15: TOMORROW-I will do the same things I did today.

:16: I HAVE LOW TOLERANCE- for ignorance.

:17: IF I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS- I would pay off my student loans, my mom's bills.  Put her in a nice ass house, get me my barbie dream house/car, &&rock out til I find my Ken.

:18: IM TOTALLY TERRIFIED- of being alone && poor.

feeling like you know me a little better?

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TAG, im it... they got me!

Hey y'all!  I see we're into playing games (lol)... Anyways I got tagged by Trey, Khaki, &&☆Reese✮ (follow these entertaining people if you don't already)

The Rules:
1. Open your 1st photo folder
2. Scroll down to the 10th photo
3. Post that photo and story on your blog.
4. Tag 5 or more people

This is a picture of me && my aunt Kat.  We were in the Bahamas && were taste testing...  Not much of a story here, except my aunt hadn't had alcohol since april (the cruise was at the end of August) so she was very much drunk lol

PASS IT ON:

1. Shade 
2. Cee Frizzle 
3. ♥Beauty is in the eye of the Beholder♥
4. Lou  
5. RavynRae

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my weekend.

My week end was chaotic, to say the least.

I went down to Maryland to visit some family.  This wasn't a casual visit, instead it was a stressful one.  My grandmother is back in the hospital.  Last winter she had a heart attack followed by a mild stroke.  She was pronounced dead for 45 minutes.

Then they resusitated her.

That was the saddest/happiest day of my life.  Any ways, sense then her health has been slowly fading.  She had a check a up with the doc && they told her she needed a blood tranfusion. So my family packed up && shipped out.

Luckily when we got there she was ok.  My crack head 2nd cousin (seriously she's on crack) had blown the situation way outta proportion && I was done with her before I had even started.

On the lighter note, I got to go to Walmart.  Being from NY (the closest one is in Queens which is a hour &&change away driving) and I got two really cute tops.

Don't sleep on walmart!  I find some really cute stuff everytime I'm there.  =)

My aunt cooked sunday dinner, after pissing me off.  She's the type that has a PhD in everything.  SO she brings up my father && tells me how I'm a bad daughter because I'm making no effort to mend our relationship.  DONT GET ME STARTED!

I got a phone call for a job interview on wednesday.  This'll be my first real job.  It's salaried, includes paid vacation time, and FULL TIME.

needless to say I could use the 5 figures lol.  But what will I do about school? My life just got real complicated outta no where.

Me && the hubby made plans to see each other this week =D
He's in PA && i'm in NY.  We haven't seen each other in two months, I hate long distance relationships...
But he's worth it (til he makes me mad lol)

I got a paper due so I'm outtie.  But let me know how you guy's  week end went.

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bloggers block.

ugh.

My life is currently very boring && I refuse to blog about celebrities any further....

::sighs::

help?!

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untitled.

I love you all.  No seriously.  I never thought many people would care about what I think or have to say.  I thought my followers were nameless people who "follow to be followed".

I'm glad I worked out the whole "won't let me comment" thing... Thank you to all that read "the social carnivore" && to those who follow [all 89 of you =)].

This is my baby && I'm glad I can share her with y'all.

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"tat tat tat tat tat tat TATTED UP"

 [post inspired by Epitome]

check out ma tattoos =)

-blu stars wrapping around my left wrist-

-chinese symbol for the word "Brown", my last name, on my right wrist-

-"beauty queen" on the back of my neck-

-shooting stars &&music notes down my right side of my body-

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myspace?

so...

I logged into my myspace page after MONTHS of neglecting it...
I've completely lost interest in it.
Should I delete it?
Yay or Nay??

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fill in the blizank. (corny, sorry)

My name is Eury and I am a pessimist. I like to eat and I also love being at home.
I have no brother and 1 evil sister. 
I wish that I was rich and that I was not so sensitive.
In order for me to survive I need stimulation (mind, body, &&spirit).
I hate spanish dudes who gel down their baby hairs, wear jeans three sizes too small, and speak spanglish. 
I have no patience for ignorance. 
People most likely think I'm a bitch but they soon find I'm the nicest bitch they'll ever meet =). I need to everyday shower. 
I know how to piss people off with out trying. 
I need to hurry up && move out. I don't like it when people don't listen to what is being said. I have an abundance of opinions. When I am bored I like to watch videos on youtube &&stuff my face. By the end of the day all I want is to watch food network. In 10 years I want to have everything I don't have now. I guess you can say I'm pretty fantastic.

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"I ain't have no daddy around when I was growing up...

... thats why I'm wild & I don't give (what)"-  Tierra Marie

LOL

wanted to start this post on a lighter note.

I've been noticing lately a lot of men receiving praise for taking care of their children, and I mean bare minimum.

UMMMM...

Isn't that what they're supposed to do??  If a man has a baby with a woman (willing or not, because if you didn't wanna run the risk of children you shouldn't be fcukin') then he is OBLIGATED to take care of his children.  At least a real man.

I don't get where the break down in the black family happened, but now I feel like it's irreversable.

My family destruction happened around the age of 12.  See, although my mom &&sperm donar never married he made an active effort to be in my life.  He came to school plays, my gynastics tournaments, the whole nine yards.  He was even playing daddy to my sister (we later found out that she has a different father than I)...

Then Vanessa happened... I remember this lady because for a long time I blamed her for the deterioration of my perfect little family.  This high- yellow, water head, bajan woman swept down && stole "daddy".  She had her own son, Damien, && they were all shacking up playing house.

While the visits became less frequent, the phone calls got shorter && shorter, until finally everything just stopped.  Now me being the stubborn person that I am (even back then) I felt like if my father missed me && wanted to see me, then he would.  It was that simple.  So I refused to call.  Refused to write.  I didn't ask that man for anything.

Needless to say, the child support suddenly became a problem for him after 15 years of it not being one.  I can never remember my parents being intimate (I guess they split before I was born) but there was always respect, I guess for my &&my sister's sake.  But I think that evil which was buzzin' in his ear && the respect was gone.

I can't respect anyone who disrespects their mother, the mother of their children, etc. so when I heard stories (once I was much older)  I got a sour taste in my mouth.  The man that use to play barbie with me &&talk me back to sleep after I've had a nightmare wanted nothing to do with me.

So I convinced myself that I wanted nothing to do with him.  I guess it was the only way I could deal with it then.  The only way I could avoid being hurt.

Years pass.  I'm 20 years && away at school at this point when my mother gives me a phone call.  My sperm donar had requested her on myspace.  WTF??!?! Really? Myspace?

He had sent her a message about wanting to contact my sister && I.  So many thoughts rushed through my head.  Why now? What's so different?

I accepted his friend request && exchanged cell numbers with him because I didn't want this to control me any longer.  We spoke maybe twice.  He wanted me to come visit him on spring break in Delaware.  Here I thought he was still living in Brooklyn.  He also wanted me to meet Daron, my three year old brother.

I was so hesitant.  I didn't wanna see him, Daron, Damien or Vanessa.  He had explained to me that Vanessa was no longer in the picture.  Was this why you had sudden interest in the family you left behind?? Hmm.

I didn't go see him.  As much as I thought I could handle it, I couldnt.  As much as I thought I was ready to deal with this && move on, I wasn't.  I haven't spoken to him since.

I am now 21, about to be 22 & have had no father figure for the majority of my life (besides my mom, she has been both parents for me =)).  But this leads me to ask these questions:

1. Does not having a father in your life affect your ability to interact with the opposite sex?
2. Do you think it distorts your views on what 'family' is supposed to look like?
3. Does it make you more inclined to having a broken family of your own someday??

the same goes for not having a mother around, but that doesn't apply in my case.

My point, I think, is love your family.  Learn from your parent's mistakes.  Always try, don't ever half-ass anything.

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it's 11:05pm

First off let me just say it takes extreme dedication to be blogging on a friday night...

notby choice.

Any ways, at the start of this post it was 11:05 pm.

Thus I will share 11 things about me most of you don't know. And my 5 cents about something random...

1. I am a better friend to most of my friends then they are to me.

2. I use to smoke a ridiculous amount, and no not cigarettes.

3. I stopped smoking because it wasn't lady like, but I really miss it.

4. I was forced into learning to be alone && now I'm afraid that in the middle of conversations I revert back into my mind instead of listening.

5. I'm super sensitive. Like, ridiculously sensitive. So I'm always in attack mode. I will hurt you before you hurt me (social carnivore).

6. I'm jealous of other girls that can leave the house not matching. I'm too anal to ever do that.

7. I feel trapped in this point of my life && I don't feel like the average 21 year old.

8. I miss the old days were I was content just sitting in my room listening to music. I think I'm loosing my love of music =(

9. When I say I don't care what people think I'm completely lying. Somethings that some people say can really piss me off.

10. Speaking of that, I have anger issues. Not sure why but the slightest thing sets me off && I'm easily annoyed.

11. I'm proud of myself because I didn't think I could share this many things about myself (I always fight with myself over how much is too much info)



5 CENTS:

Why is that women never want a guy until he's taken? Are we that insecure or bored that we can't stand to see another woman happy? I think women who throw themselves at a man that is taken (knowingly) is pathetic. Get your own dude. Its not sexy, you look insecure && selfish. && that's exactly what a guy is looking for in a woman right? wrong. work on self then go find you a single guy.

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Obsessive Compulsive Couture

Hey y'all!

Now for those of you who've been following me from the start you'll notice A LOT of changes to my blog.

And here's the reason why... I have OCC thats Obsessive Compulsive Couture.

Meaning this blog is my baby and I really want it to be perfect by my standards alone.

All the new photos, new lay out/design, new music, new writing style... Its all still ME I've just made Eurydice and Media Princess
one!

After all the two share a brain...

This is why I made the choice to go by MY name instead of 'Media Princess...

From now on this blog will be titled 'The Social Carnivore by Eurydice'

Hope you like the changes and brace yourself for more to come :)

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Inside By ME

SNIPPET FROM MY FUTURE NOVEL

“So what do we have now?” asked Detective Bianca Hardy, as she walked into a gruesome crime scene.

“White male, beat several times with a blunt objective…” says one of the crime scene investigators.

“Was that the cause of death?” inquired Hardy.

“No, he was beat just before being strangled to death” says the csi.

“And the murder weapon?” asks the Detective, who was slowly losing patience.

“A thin rope. You can see the rope burns stretching from ear to ear. You can tell there was some sort of struggle; as there are multiple rope burns on top of one another.”

“Yea but where is it? Never mind. Where’s Calhoune?”

“In the bedroom, the victim wasn’t beat out here in the living room, so they’re investigating in there.”

Hardy walked down the short corridor to reach the bedroom. The crime scene seemed to get more gruesome the further into the apartment she went. There was blood splatter everywhere. It seemed unreal for the blood was a dark burgundy color and oozed in clumps. So much so, the walls looked like they were bleeding. A painting, previously hung on the wall, was knocked to the floor with a deep foot print dead in its center. The rug was stained with vomit, probably belonging to victim. Only if she were lucky would she find DNA from the perp. Right outside the bedroom door sat a broken vase.

“There goes our blunt object” says Hardy to herself.

“Desmond, please tell me you’ve got something for me” asks Hardy.

“Looks like the murderer was really into the news… We’ve got a copy cat on our hands” says Desmond Calhoune, Hardy’s partner.

Desmond, unlike Bianca, was a veteran to the force and slowly climbed his way up to Detective. At first there was some resentment towards the rookie cop who was awarded the title after serving only a year on the job, but after five years of being partners he began to realize her gift. There was no other officer, or woman for that matter, that Calhoune trusted more with his life.

“Same M.O. as the others. The victim knew the perp. Seemed like they were being intimate or was about when the attack happened” explained Calhoune.

“Why do you say that?” asked a puzzled Hardy.

“They victim was found in his underwear. There’s semen present. His. No traces of a condom. We’re backed into a corner, just like before.”

“How is this possible? Four murders. Four Perpetrators. All in jail!” her patience was just about nonexistent at this point. She took a deep sigh before asking for the rest of the details.

“See, this is where the copy cat angle ends… The victim’s teeth were knocked out and placed under the pillow along with his wallet.”

“Yea? Just like the four ‘Tooth Fairy Murders’. How does this not signal to you that we have a copy cat on our hands?” inquired Hardy.

“You and I both know that we left out certain details from the press so that we could catch the bastard who was committing those murders” said Calhoune, “We got so wrapped up in the ‘Tooth Fairy Murderer’ that we just wanted to convict whoever seemed guilty. And when the murders kept happening, we had to act swiftly and not so much accurately. If you catch my drift…”

“Spit it out, my patience is long gone. Could you just get to the point?”

Calhoune dragged Hardy into the bathroom, the only place in this Manhattan loft apartment where they could have no eyes and ears around the two and then he began to whisper.

“What if? Now hear me out, but what if all four of those guys were innocent? I mean all the evidence was circumstantial. Those guys all knew the victims but haven’t seem them in ages.”

“So they claim!” interrupted Bianca.

“Their prints and hair fibers could have been there for God knows how long. The jury’s heads were filled with the whole ‘Tooth Fairy Murderer’ frenzy that they all could of just convicted these people just off of the mass hysteria the newspapers created!” pleaded Desmond.

“I use to think like that, but then the murders stopped for a while.”

“I think we need to explore other options” says Calhoune.

“Such as?” sasses Hardy.

“We never completely explained what tied those four guys together. Four boroughs didn’t necessarily mean four killers.”

“So how would you explain this?”

“Maybe the Tooth Fairy wasn’t a male. All those convicted were heterosexuals. Think about it, who was our victim actively being intimate with?”

“I don’t know who, right now. But that’s exactly our job; to find out!”

The frustrated beauty left the scene aggravated and jaded. She walked just down the block to

W 83^rd Street

and

5^th Avenue

where her coop was parked. As she walked the sound of her Giuseppe pumps clit clacked against the pavement. It was a talent of hers to focus in on the most overlooked, insignificant- details, like the sound of her shoes as she walked, and to find their relevance. It was her ability to do this that got her the job in the first place. She got in her car and gave herself a pep talk, as she stared in the rear view mirror she noticed a navy blue Volks Wagen Passat parked on the corner. The street was cut off due to the crime scene. She let it go, she had no time to be a meter maid and issue tickets; she had enough on her plate. She started the car and turned up the music, it would be a long drive back to the north Bronx and she was already tired.

Bianca was born and raised in the Bronx, and once she became successful she vowed to never leave. Her quaint brownstone home was located just off of

241^st Street

and

White Plains Road

. Though it small, it was more than enough space for one person to live comfortably. She was only 20 minutes away from her childhood home, over by

Fordham Road

, and definitely had come up in the world. She grew up in a grubby four floor apartment building, along with her parents and four siblings. Crowded in a two bed room apartment, she enjoyed every moment of her childhood until she hit puberty.

She was a very voluptuous 12-year-old. She had the curves of women twice her age and tried constantly to hide it. She received much unwanted attention; her friends gave into the pressure that their new bodies put on them, but not her. The unwanted attention and perverse cat calls she got when she was just an adolescent conditioned her to hate older men. In many cases she had to fight this bias to find the correct killer.

With the support of her family she stuck with her studies and “made it out”. She resides in the better part of the Bronx so she can ride through her old neighborhood, as if she was saying “Yup. Look at me! I made it! Even when you thought I wouldn’t or couldn’t!” These childhood memories haunt her everyday and are one of the reason she wanted to become a detective, to get these child predators off the street. Her year on the force lead her to wanting to take all scum off the streets.

She pulled into her drive way and parked. As she walked into her house she silently vowed that she was going to crack this case wide open. She quickly changed and headed to her bedroom, she had a long day. Just as she climbed in to bed she noticed the same navy blue Passat parked across the street from her home. She shrugged it off, just another day of her bringing her work home with her.

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