Story Part Two
Jennifer
hated her life. Her life was a CD
player, destined to repeat one track for all eternity. Every day looked exactly the same. The drive to work, and then her job itself. At work she counted down the hours until she
could be home, and once she was home, she counted down the hours until she could
fall asleep.
The two
mile drive to work was fairly nice, because the trip down her mile long
driveway had beautiful scenery the entire way.
Jennifer lived on top of a huge hill in the middle of a forest. The narrow winding road was made of dirt and
occasionally gravel, so the trip down the driveway took nearly an hour.
Jennifer
worked for one of the most successful lawyers in the Seattle area, Joe Blimp. She loved her job. Ever since she had been little, Jennifer had
dreamt of being a lawyer, defending those poor kids who were abused by their
parents, or working for the freedom of wives from abusive husbands.
In
Jennifer’s senior year of high school, her sky-high dreams came crashing
earthward. Her best friend had convinced
her to date the guy Jennifer had had a crush on for more than a year. Jennifer had not gotten pregnant, although
she was surprised she’d been so lucky. Her
now ex-boyfriend had turned out to be a psychopath, and had stolen all her
money, leaving her penniless.
Now
broke, and having missed all scholarship deadlines, Jennifer accepted her fate. It brought her great sorrow to think that
there were kids and wives out in the world whose lives could be better off, had
she been better off.
The only
escape from her abysmal reality Jennifer found was books on tape. Jennifer opened her glove compartment and pulled
out the tape of the Harry Potter she was on, and inserted it into her tape
player. Jennifer loved the story of
Harry Potter, and the great thing about listening to it on tape, was getting to
hear it read in a British Accent.
When
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there
was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious
things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he
picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily
as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair. None of them noticed a
large, tawny owl flutter past the window.
At
half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on
the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now
having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke,"
chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out
of number four's drive.
It
was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something
peculiar—a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he
had seen—then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat
standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What
could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light.
Mr.
Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove
around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now
reading the sign that said Privet Drive—no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't
read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out
of his mind.
Jennifer
was so absorbed in the story, she didn’t notice the car behind her, which
happened to be driving nearly seventy miles an hour, until it crashed into the
back of her own car. Jennifer opened her
door, and stepped into the stormy weather outside. Thankfully she wasn’t hurt. The driver of the other car didn’t seem to be
doing as well. He had blood splattered
down the front of his shirt, but he sure was hot.
She
walked over to him. Normally, she would
have driven off to work in disgust, mad at the guy who made the mistake. This guy was different however. The rain had let up a little, leaving just a
light mist. The man’s face was covered
in sweat, possibly from the adrenaline of the crash, or maybe it was the
mist. It didn’t matter to Jennifer. The guy looked so handsome, as he boldly
walked toward her, apology on his lips.
“You all
right there ma’am?”
“Oh, I’m
fine,” she replied, doing a poor job hiding how attractive she thought he was. The gentleman didn’t seem to notice
though. He was probably rushing off to
work just like her. “You don’t look to
good yourself though. Would you like
some help cleaning up the blood? I have
a first aid kit in my car.”
The man
agreed. Jennifer’s thoughts returned to
the Harry Potter book she had been listening to, not five minutes ago. The Dursley’s had lived perfectly ordinary,
boring lives, and just when they thought it would never change, Mr. Dursley
found a cat reading a map. Jennifer
recalled how the story continued, mysterious and extraordinary things happening
right and left in the Dursley’s boring lives.
Their lives had been changed forever when a baby appeared on their doorstep
just the that night. And this had all
sprung forth from a normal day.
It
seemed to Jennifer the same thing had happened to her. Someone must have fixed her once broken CD
player of a life, and allowed it to get off the same old boring track. In the same way that Harry Potter was
delivered to the Dursleys, this good-looking man had been delivered to
Jennifer. It was pretty clear that
Jennifer had found her soul mate. She
couldn’t tell what it was about this man she loved, but she supposed that was
how it was supposed to be.
“Looks
like you’re all set,” said Jennifer after she’d finished cleaning the man
up. “What’s your name again?”
“Geo.”
“Could I
get your number?”
“Uh,
sure,” said Geo puzzled.
She
found an old grocery receipt. She tore it,
and gave Geo half, so he could write his number. “Your car doesn’t look so good, and if you
need to borrow mine, just give me a call,” suggested Jennifer, handing him her
number.
“Ah, I
think I’ll be fine with my car, but thanks for the offer.”
Back in
the car, five minutes from work, Jennifer only now realized that getting into
another affair was a bad idea. Her
husband was the source of her boredom, so it was his fault she’d began an
affair with the lawyer, Joe Blimp. It
wasn’t her fault he was boring. Could
she really handle another affair? Ending
things with Joe would mean ending her pseudo-lawyer days. When Jennifer had met
Joe, her dreams of being a lawyer had in a way come true, and she would miss
it. But it was most certainly worth it. Geo was much hotter than Joe.
After
parking, Jennifer decided to head straight to Joe’s office to break the
news. Tonight would be spent with her
new delivery, Geo. “Thank you God for
fixing my CD player!” Jennifer yelled to the sky. Two blue jays in a nearby tree squawked and
flew away.
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