Disclaimer: I don't own "Charlie's Angels" Spelling and Goldberg do. But I do like to write about the characters and have fun with them anyway.
Chapter 1: In San Francisco
I'm here in San Francisco. My family doesn't know. Well, that's not exactly true. They know I'm here. What they don't know is that I'm going to the Police Academy here. They think I'm going to graduate school. That was the plan, after all. After I graduated college, I'd go onto graduate school and become some kind of teacher. That's what the money Jill sends me is for. Jill's my older sister by four years. She especially is sold on the idea of my becoming a teacher. She's not a teacher. She went to the Police Academy herself, but she doesn't want me to. I asked her once "Why not?" and she said she preferred a safer profession for me. She said that I had a gift for teaching. I'm not sure I agree. Look, I'm the least athletic person in our whole family, but that doesn't mean I can't be a good police officer. Jill's good at it. Why shouldn't I be?
Don't think it's some competition thing with my sister and me. It's not. Okay, maybe a little... I love my sister a lot, but sometimes I do feel like I'm not measuring up to her. There's some honesty for you, huh? But it's more than that. Teaching is a rather boring profession in my opinion. Don't get me wrong. It's an important profession, and we do need good teachers, and I respect teachers, but the fact that I think it's boring just tells me that it's not for me. If I really wanted to teach, I know I wouldn't be describing it as boring.
Police work, on the other hand, appeals to me. It's exciting work...I think. I know it's also important, so I'm practicing a little deception. I'd like to think it's forgiveable because it is a harmless deception and I will prove myself in the end. I'm sure of it. My family, especially Jill, will be proud of me.
***
There is some irony here. I'm a police officer and Jill isn't one any longer. That's right. She's not a P.I., working for a Charles Townsend's agency. She seems pretty happy about it, which is good. I want her to be happy. I just hope when she finds out about me that she'll feel the same way. After all, I didn't do this to hurt anyone. I did it because it's the right thing for me. So, hopefully that will be enough.
***
I'm working Vice. It's only temporary, but I did arrest a woman who later hanged herself in her cell. Man, I don't understand that. It wasn't such a big deal, was it? Maybe it was. I don't know. I don't know the kind of life she had. I don't know what her problems were. All I know is I did my job. I'm sorry she died. Now, however, I know more than I did before. This job is tough. It's not just excitement and glamor. Well, I never really thought it was glamorous, but you get the point.
Can I do it? I hope so. I'd like to think I can. I do think I can. It's just like life. There are rough patches along the way. I can handle it, though. I know I can. That's all I'm gonna say for now.
Chapter 1: In San Francisco
I'm here in San Francisco. My family doesn't know. Well, that's not exactly true. They know I'm here. What they don't know is that I'm going to the Police Academy here. They think I'm going to graduate school. That was the plan, after all. After I graduated college, I'd go onto graduate school and become some kind of teacher. That's what the money Jill sends me is for. Jill's my older sister by four years. She especially is sold on the idea of my becoming a teacher. She's not a teacher. She went to the Police Academy herself, but she doesn't want me to. I asked her once "Why not?" and she said she preferred a safer profession for me. She said that I had a gift for teaching. I'm not sure I agree. Look, I'm the least athletic person in our whole family, but that doesn't mean I can't be a good police officer. Jill's good at it. Why shouldn't I be?
Don't think it's some competition thing with my sister and me. It's not. Okay, maybe a little... I love my sister a lot, but sometimes I do feel like I'm not measuring up to her. There's some honesty for you, huh? But it's more than that. Teaching is a rather boring profession in my opinion. Don't get me wrong. It's an important profession, and we do need good teachers, and I respect teachers, but the fact that I think it's boring just tells me that it's not for me. If I really wanted to teach, I know I wouldn't be describing it as boring.
Police work, on the other hand, appeals to me. It's exciting work...I think. I know it's also important, so I'm practicing a little deception. I'd like to think it's forgiveable because it is a harmless deception and I will prove myself in the end. I'm sure of it. My family, especially Jill, will be proud of me.
***
There is some irony here. I'm a police officer and Jill isn't one any longer. That's right. She's not a P.I., working for a Charles Townsend's agency. She seems pretty happy about it, which is good. I want her to be happy. I just hope when she finds out about me that she'll feel the same way. After all, I didn't do this to hurt anyone. I did it because it's the right thing for me. So, hopefully that will be enough.
***
I'm working Vice. It's only temporary, but I did arrest a woman who later hanged herself in her cell. Man, I don't understand that. It wasn't such a big deal, was it? Maybe it was. I don't know. I don't know the kind of life she had. I don't know what her problems were. All I know is I did my job. I'm sorry she died. Now, however, I know more than I did before. This job is tough. It's not just excitement and glamor. Well, I never really thought it was glamorous, but you get the point.
Can I do it? I hope so. I'd like to think I can. I do think I can. It's just like life. There are rough patches along the way. I can handle it, though. I know I can. That's all I'm gonna say for now.