TRAINING ANNALISE, PT.1
I sat on my porch, looking at the Garcia’s front window across the street. Windows, actually, and wow, were they ever broken. Burst out from the inside, and a piece of furniture laying on the front porch, to boot. The Garcia’s had left earlier that very day, going somewhere, maybe on some kind of vacation, and had left their daughter, Annalise, in charge. Normally, it would have been a good call. After all, Annalise was the kind of daughter dad’s wished they could have. Top of her lcass in academics, part of numerous clubs, just the all around “It” girl, and I had noticed in the local news that she even had a full-ride scholarship to some ivy-league school, which would be starting in a few weeks. So it was quite a shock when she …