God damnit, I sit at my desk in the living room of my apartment, hacking KIRA files. Someone has beat me too it. Must be something else to have gotten through all this.
My eyes dart around the screen as file after file offers its advice, but behind it all is what I really want.
ACCESS DENIED
The message flashed again. Leaning back in my chair I think What is this? Is it serously that important? Now if the wall covers this and . . . but then theres got to be . . .
I clip away at my keyboard until I spot the pattern, the flaw if you will, in the system. After that, its just a matter of breaking a wall and moving a file and. . .
KIRA
I feel a thrill run through me. Yes! I did it!
I don't have time to dwell on my accomplishment though, its only an accomplishment if I find something of use to me.
As I read all I can take in, I notice there are peices missing, like in a puzzle. I love puzzles, I grin to myself.
Dates are out of order or not even there, information makes sense to a certain degree, but some information was empty without the information I know has to be here somewhere.
Leaning back in my chair, I pull my hair back from my face and hold it as though I'm going to put it into a ponytail. After a few seconds, I let it drop. I hate ponytails.
After poking holes through a few more obstacles, I am able to copy and paste all the information onto Word. After some consideration, I print the file.
Probably stupid of me. If the wrong person finds this, I could be in some deep shit.
A shiver runs down my arms as I realize its already 11pm. And I'm tired.
I have to be up early and start on that new case.
A woman was accused of murdering her husand after he cheated on her, then, in a mad rage, his brother. She was arrested before she could commit suicide.
Should be an easy case, I think. The evidence is overwhelming, but I hear she plans to plead innocence. Perhaps there will be some sort of challenge? I hope so. I'm bored.
As the printer whirrs and spits out sheet after sheet of confidential information, I pull on track pants and my favourite t-shirt. I look down at my Dirt Shirt and smile. Alot of people wouldn't know what it was, seeing as I'm living in Japan now. It was from PEI, washed with the famous red mud that could be found only on that small island. It was just boat ride across the bay, easily covered by my fathers trawler.
I was shaken out of my memories as the printer beeped, hungery for more paper. I placed a few more blank sheets in the tray and counted the ones already finished. There were sixteen, and the comtuer told me it was only 17% done. I sighed and loaded the whole package of paper into the printer and went to bed.
I'll go through it tomorrow. I yawn and set my alarm. Time to forget everything, at least for a few hours.

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Just a note; I don't actually know how far a trawler can go nonstop, or if it can cover the distance from southwestern Newfoundland to PEI. I don't know much actually, but I think my character needs to show a bit more of her small-town-girl-fighting-a-big-world-but-winning-somehow personality.
^^ I like my character, even though she's kind of boring compared to all the child geniuses she'll soon be working with.