“Career day!?” Lorelei all but yelled into the phone “You have got to be fucking kidding me”
“You’ll only be there for a few days and-“
“Damn it Steve I’m a biochemist not a teacher”
“Have you been watching star trek again?” Her boss mused; she could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Shut up! I’ve done a lot for this company and frankly I find it insulting that you’re sending me off to some high school to try to make hormone jacked teenagers understanding something about forensics science!”
“Don’t take it as an insult-“ her boss began
“Come on lore, it’s not an insult! You’re the only one smart enough who can explain it to kids.”
“Don’t try to placate me now. Why is it always me? Is there ever going to be a time when I can just sit back and actually do
“This is work”
“Bull shit. This is them using me to make them look good”
“And hiring you didn’t do that already?”
Lorelei paused at that. She wasn’t vain or self absorbed but she knew when she was good at something.
“That’s different I wanted the job. However I don’t want to go skipping around to high schools giving demonstrations to people who won’t even retain it twenty minutes later because they’ll be too busy smoking their brains away.”
“Think of it as a vacation. You won’t have to say much just stand there and answer any questions as easily as possible. Besides you’ll be in Forks, it’s a cute town. Lots of trees, relaxing atmosphere and you don’t have to pay for it!”
She took another long pause “I don’t have a choice do I.”
“Not one sliver.”
“Fuck you Steve” it wasn’t serious and he knew that, he laughed.
Steve was the type of boss that she joked around with, he was like her big brother.
“I owe you one”
“You know you’re racking up a lot of debt in that department. You better pay up good like…an all expense paid trip to Italy for a week!”
He laughed again
“The best part is you think I’m joking” she smirked
“Well we’ll talk about it.”
He gave her all the details when her flight would be leaving, where she would be staying etc. He even went as far to hire a driver for her over there as well since she couldn’t drive herself. So Lorelei packed her suitcase estimating for about a week and tried to look at it as he said…as a vacation. High School students were the worst. Bullies, lazy, rude and incompetent. She could remember high school and how terrible it was for someone with a disability and she had no patience for people who picked on others because something was “wrong” with them. Idiots. They’re just afraid of things they don’t understand, like children. And that’s exactly what they were.
*Welcome to Forks*
When she stepped out of the car in the small town of Port Angeles, only about twenty minutes or so from Forks, she could smell the air was thick with rain. Not only that but there was a lot of vegetations as well. The air was so incredibly…clean and filled with so many different scents that it threw her off for a moment. When she asked her driver to describe it for her she wasn’t surprised to hear him say there were forests everywhere, grass, trees, shrubs etc. It was entirely green. She was beginning to like it though, the air was refreshing though the dampness made it chillier she didn’t mind.
Lorelei went to her hotel room with no assistance, she preferred it that way. She felt along the wall for the plaque with the room number, searching for the Braille code that would tell her when she reached her destination. All the way at the end of the hall, 10th door to the right on the first floor. She unlocked the door and stepped it and began to get acquainted with the space.
It took only about an hour or so before she had started going over papers, her fingers skimming the Braille printed sheets hoping that the information was at an understandable level to high school students. It was just information on things they would probably think was cool. Such as finger print analysis, black light for bodily fluids and analyzing blood and tissue samples etc.
She then picked out her outfit, feeling the studded to tags to figure out which was which. A simply white blouse with a black pencil skirt she thought would suffice. Nothing fancy after all, they were only 17 year olds.
Once everything was done she settled down in the bed and fell asleep, her I-pod in playing soft classical music. Of course her Violin was with her, nestled safely in the corner of the room. She never went anywhere without it. Long distance rather, because it wasn’t as if she took it to the grocery store with her. She calmed her mind and fell asleep with her alarm set to 7.
The school smelled just like any other high school, it even felt just like it should. It was weird thinking that but that was the only way she could really base things on scents and feelings both physical and emotional. The gymnasium echoed the sound of her heels and cane right back at her. Someone set up her table for her but she had set up everything just wanting to be alone for a moment. She set up the poster board Meg had made, they had both gotten a kick out of it and ended up spending part of the evening talking about middle school and high school science fairs.
Around 10 o’clock or so students started filing in the noise got increasingly loud and the fluorescent lights of the gym were slightly agitating. She put on a charming smile and ignored the feeling of people’s eyes curiously on her face. A few students even asked why she was wearing sunglasses inside to which she always answered honestly. There were a couple that asked about the display but for the most part they just looked and kept moving.
She had just moved away from her table to get a drink of water when a boy had come up to it. He didn’t say anything so she assumed he was just going to look. Carefully she made her way to the water fountain but something caught her attention back at her table. She zeroed in on the sounds, a boy was stuttering but he was speaking too quietly for her to hear at her distance. But it was clear someone was picking on him, the bullies were being loud and she was surprised a teacher hadn’t intervened yet but it occurred to her that perhaps that there weren’t any in the room. But why hadn’t another adult stopped it? Lorelei was making her way back to the table, her thirst forgotten but she couldn’t get there in time before one boy started yelling. By the sound of it one was shoved into her display table, the poster board fell to the floor.
By the time she got there she heard the door to the side of her table shut and she hurried after them, worry filling her from the stuttering boy. When she stepped into the hallway the boy was crying for help, his voice hoarse and by the tone of his speaking she wondered if he had slight hearing problems.
“Hey!” she yelled following the sounds of the struggle “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She demanded.
The boys stopped instantly and let go of whoever they were holding, shocked into silence.
“Who the hell are you?” One demanded
“Lorelei Everleigh, I work for the F.B.I” she said coolly and again there was silence.
“Bullshit. Let’s see your badge.”
She pulled it out of her pocket and opened it smoothly.
“What do you want lady?”
“I want you to leave the kid alone and get your asses back to class before I drag them there.”
The boys hurried away and she waited until their footsteps disappeared.
She knelt where she heard the other boy breathing and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Are you alright?” she asked but before he could answer a woman came hurrying down the hall.
“Oh my god!” she was saying “what happened?”
Lorelei stood, the woman’s loud voice was echoing all around which made it hard for her to pin point where she was exactly.
“I saw some kids roughing him up.”
“What did they look like?”
“I don’t know, I couldn’t tell you”
“What do you mean you don’t know? What are you bli-“
She must have looked at Lorelei because she cut herself off “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”
“Don’t worry about it. Is he alright? I tried asking him but-“
“He can’t hear you, he’s deaf. And it looks like he lost his cochlear implant.”
The woman hands began moving, she could hear her fingers brushing against themselves and she knew she must be signing to the child.