I am Her

What a beautiful day, cloudy with a chance of more clouds, just a typical day in good old Half Moon Bay. Since I can remember it has been the same here, sixty five degrees and overcast, that’s what makes it okay. It is quiet and you know what to expect. The weather never changes. I remember waking up for the first day of school in second grade ready to wear my new outfit; a cute cotton t-shirt dress but it was raining out so my Mom made me put on a raincoat that covered my new clothes. Sadly I thought shopping was pointless after that. No need to make an impression. Jeans and a t-shirt are a quality go to staple in Half Moon Bay and I wasn’t going to catch any ones attention anyway. I am plain as plain can be. Sarah Plain and Tall if you will. I am average per every scale. Brown hair and light olive skin, able to blend in with most races, no features to set me apart; that is Me. My neighbors would forget who I was if I hadn’t lived here my whole life. Sadly I think most forget who I am and or are surprised I am still around. I am in good shape but not overly muscular, still very feminine. I train 6 days a week and it keeps me in tip-top physical health. I think I look good in a bikini. I am average height. I bet you knew a girl like me growing up. I always remind people of someone they know or have met before. Someone they remember but can not remember their name. I am easily forgotten. I would like to think I have a good personality but I do not stand out so people tend to overlook me. Though as a young middle school girl this used to make me cry when the popular boys never noticed me but as an adult is something that I have come to terms with and find very helpful in my line of work. Half Moon Bay is a small town feel though it has grown and grown over the years. When I was young we all played out in the street until the streetlights went on. Now its like no one comes out to socialize anymore. I live in my childhood home. My dad sold me my own home about three years ago after my mom died. I had been living in the city. I had a fun little flat near little Italy. It was an expensive little tin box but was closed to good food and I loved the people watching. Felt like I was living the dream. Though I loved being in the heart of San Francisco I thought why not…. I’ll go back to the same place I originally became invisible. My house is pretty much the same though I have updated the kitchen and it has a fresh coat of paint inside and out, but the biggest improvement was done to what I call the dungeon. Dad was not happy I changed the dungeon but it is mine now. I spend a great deal of time down there so I had to make it my own. I had to make it comfortable. I miss the city from time to time. The city was a fun place. I could be apart of the action without having to know anyone. Remember I blend in. But now that I have made the dungeon mine, I am okay with not being out and about all the time. Sounds kind of lonely and pathetic but that is my life. The dungeon is a place I usually get lost in. It is like a casino; I go in and lose all track of time. It is my sanctuary; a place I can truly be me. I love to fiddle with my weapons and gadgets and get lost in my research. I work in the city still so there is that. I have a small office in an old brick building off Market Street. I am by appointment only so I never have visitors. I go into the office to maintain appearances. I have a small waiting room, looks bigger than it is because of the huge window that overlooks the city. The natural light gives it an airy feel. Never would anyone feel unsafe here. My office is nice. Nothing fancy but everything is modern and clean. One would think I have a small space. Being that my dad has owned the building for the last 20 years, I can get away with having extra 1000 square feet of hidden space behind my desk wall. Thanks to dad it is already filled with every weapon imaginable, a workout space, a full kitchen and bathroom. Being that I took over the family business it is all mine now, nothing like going to work to sharpen knives and clean firearms. Just to clarify I am not a total loner or weirdo. I do have one really good friend. Her name is Danielle. Danielle and I meet at Deborah’s Birthday sleepover in the first grade and have been best friends ever since. We bonded over the movie Aladdin. The intro to the movie had us laughing all night. So lame but we have been friends ever since. We grew up in different neighborhoods but went to the same school. I’m from a more blue collard area where her family had the big two-story house off Kelly. She is exotic looking. Italian and Lebanese. She has strong features, dark curly hair and a big personality. I guess it is why we are perfect friends. She has a big heart like me. We want to help everyone. We give people the benefit of the doubt. Though she is outspoken and verbally passionate. I am quiet and accomplish my goals quietly through other means. If we were a concert she would be the performer and I would be the behind the scenes manager.