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Post by Perry Jamerson on Jun 18, 2008 22:28:23 GMT -5
Perry was in a deep rush today. His assistant was suppose to arrive today, he didn't even have the time to look down at the memo to see the name. Well he did look, it was written J. Thomas. No gender no first name, how good it was! As if he was gonna call his assistant J. Thomas in class! But what bothered him the most was when he received the bull's eyes. More than half of them were not good for the dissection schedule in three days for one of his class. And now he was on the phone as they were making him wait. It seemed like the companies just know when you're mad, they make you wait, losing patience even more and then you end up hanging up the phone and try later. But he didn't want to turn back. He was to speak with someone working there and have them get back their good for nothing products and give him fresher ones. Dissections were already hard enough for the students, if they had to smell the rotten smell of it no one would dare. Plus the bull's eye always got quite a good impression for the magnificent colors inside of it, if they weren't good there would be no way they could see it.
After a while on the phone, still on hold, he heard a knock at the door. "You can come it's open." he simply said, not taking his eyes off the bills detailing the transaction he made with the research lab for those eyes.
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Post by Jennifer Thomas on Jun 18, 2008 22:34:51 GMT -5
"Cynthia please, stop pulling on mommy's bag please" said Jennifer, her patient slowly going away. She sighed gently, putting Cynthia on her other hip as she walked down the deserted hall towards the science classroom that she had been told to go to. It had only been a couple of weeks since she had gotten the job, and already she was late.
It wasn't her fault though, that she was late. She had tried with all her might get there on time, but she couldn't find a baby sitter for Cynthia so she was once more, forced to take Cynthia with her to work. If the rest of the year was going to be like this, Jennifer wouldn't be surprised if she had lost her job.
Sighing gently, Jennifer stopped outside the door of the classroom, adjusting Cynthia on her hip once more. She knocked once at the door, waiting for someone to open it. Not long after, she heard a voice and walked inside, wondering why the voice sounded vaguely familiar. She stared at the man that was on the phone for a few minutes then placed Cynthia along with her bag onto one of the desks. She pulled out a doll and handed it to Cynthia then turned, looking at the man once more.
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Post by Perry Jamerson on Jun 18, 2008 22:42:03 GMT -5
Perry didn't look at the newcomer but heard the sound of a bag being placed on a desk. A student? But he had no class yet. He raised his head to see who was there. It was a face he never saw. Much too old to be one of the student. Could she be that J. Thomas from the memo? He frowned a bit seeing the girl but said nothing about it.
Placing a hand on the phone so if any person was to finally get on the other side of the line they wouldn't hear him. "What can I do for you?" he asked politely wondering still if she was that assistant or some parent of one of his student. He felt he knew her already but then again, he met quite a few people in his life as he traveled also a couple of times so it could just be someone he met once and felt familiar.
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Post by Jennifer Thomas on Jun 18, 2008 22:53:31 GMT -5
Jennifer looked quickly over at Cynthia, making sure she wasn't doing anything wrong then returned her gaze to Perry when he spoke to her. "I'm the new assistant" she said simply, looking around the classroom before looking back at him. She had no clue what the name of the real teacher was, so it was impossible for her to know if he was the teacher or not. All she knew was that she was suppose to come to this classroom, anymore than that, they withheld from her for whatever reasons.
Hearing a soft crack next to her, Jennifer looked over at Cynthia again, seeing that she got one of the cookies from within her bag. "Oh Cynthia, you naughty little thing. I told you, those are for later" she said, taking the bag and placing it out of reach of Cynthia.
She turned her gaze quickly on Perry, feeling kind of embarrassed. "Sorry about that. She's quite a handful and doesn't quite know the meaning of no yet"
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Post by Perry Jamerson on Jun 18, 2008 23:00:32 GMT -5
Perry smiled at Cynthia seeing her cleverness as she found a way to get the cookies even though he was sure her mother hid them well. He made a smile at this mother in question seeing her embarrassment. "It's OK. I have a daughter as well, though older than this Cynthia obviously. I know how it is." he simply said. Abigail was twelve, no thirteen. She was trying to find herself for what he saw of her right now, not wanting to wear anything not fashionable and being friends with people for the wrong reasons. He was thinking it as weird for her both parents were kind of outcasts and proud to be but it seemed like their daughter wanted to fit in the model media was giving to the new generation.
He waved in direction of the chairs to encourage her to take one and sit closer to his desk or on one of the students. "The science assistant I assume. Then you will be working with me. You are... Mrs Thomas?" he said, reading the memo once more to be certain he was saying her name right, placing the title Mrs because she had a girl even though it wasn't so much uncommon to have mother raising a child by their own.
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Post by Jennifer Thomas on Jun 18, 2008 23:10:39 GMT -5
She took a seat on the desk next to Cynthia, picking her up and placing her in her lap. "That's me but you can call me Jennifer" she said, not using any of the nicknames she had used in the past. After all, it was her best friend who came up with the Jenni one. She had so many other variations, that they were actually starting to bug her but that one didn't. That one stuck with her, and she kept it close to her in a way.
Glancing down at Cynthia, Jennifer sighed gently seeing she had gotten chocolate on her small pants due to the cookies. She pulled a cloth out of her bag and a water bottle, getting it wet with the water in the bottle. She then started cleaning Cynthia's pants carefully, hoping the chocolate would come out of the light blue pants.
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Post by Perry Jamerson on Jun 18, 2008 23:17:02 GMT -5
Perry looked at Jennifer as she asked him to call her by her name. He nodded showing he was to keep her name in memory. However nothing rang a bell in his brain as to who she could be. It was so long ago he didn't think she was that Jennifer Thomas, in fact he pretty much forgot to the name and face of that old friend.
He looked at her and Cynthia as she was cleaning her girl's pants. "You couldn't get a babysitter? I think you understand this environment is a bit too dangerous for children like your daughter to stay in here though and also to make sure not to forget anything of hers... yes, yes I'm still here." he said, the last part being for the one on the phone. He raised a finger at Jennifer to tell her to wait a moment. "Yes my name is Perry Jamerson, science teacher at Welton academy." he introduced himself to the man on the phone. Not taking care of that new assistant of his he started explaining the situation of his call about the freshness of the eyes. He also gave the number on the bill so he could see in the computer the transaction. He promised to come tomorrow with fresh ones and take those to destroy them. Perry thanked them and hung up.
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Post by Jennifer Thomas on Jun 18, 2008 23:21:08 GMT -5
She waited until he was done on the phone before answering him. "No I couldn't. My regular baby sitter was sick today so I couldn't get her to come over. She said she'll be able to come the next time I need her. Also, the headmaster said that I could have Cynthia here if I can't get a baby sitter" she said simply, putting the cloth away. She wrapped her arms around Cynthia tighter, making sure she wouldn't fall to the side or anything.
Looking over at him, Jennifer smiled weakly. "Perry Jamerson is a very...unique name" she said softly, looking down at Cynthia. She fixed Cynthia's hair, fixing the bow in the back. "I remember someone that had a name similar to that. He was very...close to me" she said gently, looking back up at him.
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Post by Perry Jamerson on Jun 18, 2008 23:26:19 GMT -5
Perry nodded as she said the headmaster was letting her keep her daughter here. But of course, if she was to be his assistant she knew there were dangerous materials in this room and so it wasn't a good place for a child to stay. He wasn't expecting her to bring her in class.
He apologized for the interruption of the call. "As you heard we had certain problems. And the dissection is in three days so I can't wait forever." he explained.
His eyebrow arched as she talked of his name. Sure it was unique. If not Jamerson, Perry certainly was. "Really?" he said a little amused by it. "And he was called Perry or something similar such as Terry?" he said even though he wasn't waiting for an answer. He was usually pretty secretive on himself he was not asking for people to do more than him.
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Post by Jennifer Thomas on Jun 18, 2008 23:31:56 GMT -5
"Apparently. I don't blame you for getting upset with them. They should have known to send fresher stuff than what they sent" she said, looking around what he was talking about. She returned her gaze to him, smiling gently. She placed Cynthia on the ground, watching as she sat down next to Jennifer's bag, starting to dig through it. Jennifer knew there was nothing dangerous in there so she wasn't too worried about it.
Looking back at Perry when he spoke about the name, she shook her head. "Perry actually" she said simply, thinking. "If I remember correctly, my best friend, who I miss so much, was named Perry Jamerson, but I don't know what happened to him" she said gently, looking down at Cynthia. She watched as she pulled out a small book, obviously her journal. Jennifer watched as Cynthia ran over to Perry, handing it to him. "Cynthia, dear, what are you doing?" asked Jennifer, looking over at the two of them. "He read!" she said with a shriek.
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Post by Perry Jamerson on Jun 18, 2008 23:37:25 GMT -5
Perry seemed intrigued by what she said. "Interesting because, if I recall..." he started to say before her girl ran to him with a book in her hands. He laughed gently. "It's alright." he assured Jennifer as she seemed to think whether or not praise or scold the girl. "You want me to read?" he asked the girl looking at the book she had in her hands.
Its cover had nothing on it, no title or image. He frowned taking the book. Before opening he looked at Jennifer and showed it to her, thinking it was probably something more personal than he daughter could think. It looked after all like those books where some were writing their daily routines or journals. Her private life had nothing to do with him and he wouldn't want to embarrass her once again.
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Post by Jennifer Thomas on Jun 18, 2008 23:41:47 GMT -5
Jennifer stood up and walked over, picking up Cynthia. She looked at Perry and took the book back, shaking her head. "I don't think you'd find my journal all that interesting. Unless of course I knew you better, then I'd let you read it" she said returning to her seat. She sat down again and placed the book on the desk she was at, glancing over at him.
"Last person to touch my journal was my best friend. He accident ripped the pages then got soda all over them, it was pretty much ruined after that" she said simply, shrugging her shoulders. It wasn't a big deal to her now, but in the past, she could remember yelling at him, and saying that he had destroyed a part of her by doing that.
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Post by Perry Jamerson on Jun 18, 2008 23:48:48 GMT -5
He frowned hearing her story. It was so much like something that he did... that he did to... what was her name. He gasped inside, Jenni! Surprised must have shown on his face as he slowly understood that Perry she kept talking about was him. "You... you're Jenni Thomas?" he said as if he couldn't believe it. He tried to remember last time he heard of her. Pretty much not long after that journal incident really. He said it wasn't all that much a problem, he didn't read her journal after all. It was just an accident. But she was so mad at him for a reason he never knew, feeling it had something more to do than the fact he erased a part of her. After all it wasn't taking away who she was or the fact it happened, no?
"I think... I think I'm that Perry Jamerson. Unless there is another Perry Jamerson who ripped pages of a journal by accident and out of surprise when another Jennifer Thomas said his name and poured his drink on them." he confessed. he didn't seem all that surprised by saying that but inside he couldn't believe what fate was doing to them, meeting back after years. "How long has it been? If I recall we were teenagers. You still remember me after all that time?"
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Post by Jennifer Thomas on Jun 18, 2008 23:53:04 GMT -5
She looked over at him as he used the nickname she had reserved for only one person in her life. She placed Cynthia on the floor again and walked over to him, looking into his eyes. She tried to remember something that would help identify if he was the real Perry but she couldn't think of anything.
After looking up at him for a few minutes, Jennifer threw her arms around his neck, laying her head against his shoulder. "I've missed you" she whispered into his ear, tightening her grip until she was almost strangling him.
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Post by Perry Jamerson on Jun 18, 2008 23:55:47 GMT -5
If he hadn't been sitting, Perry would have probably fell on the floor as she jumped on him to hug him tight. He laughed nervously, never having been quite used to those bursts of emotions. He patted her back gently.
He stayed like this but feeling she was about to just strangle him by hugging him that way, he tried to print a face on his smile as he said: "Can't breathe." as politely as possible.
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