PV- Teri
Hi. My name's Teri. Short for Teresa. Life's been kind of a jumbled mess for me, until about a year ago. Some people say my story's interesting; some say it's nothing special. I've never really thought of my life being a 'story.' It's just life. The sad, lonely, happy, angry, exciting, miserable life that belongs to me. I guess it turns out okay in the end, in fact, it turns out great. Many people ask to hear what actually happened. I decided to write it down and just show every person who asked. The story's long. So? Life's long. Deal with it.
The air reeked of nerve. It was my first job. Being an assistant sounded like a good plan. I just had to copy papers, run errands, you know, assistant stuff. I needed money though. Badly. Maybe if I did well at this job, they would pay me more. Do they do that? I never bothered to find out.
I pushed open the door to Gressenheller University as I scrambled around my pocket for a crumpled piece of paper. I strode over to a man with sleek, white hair. "Excuse me sir," I said politely, with my kindest smile painted on my face, "Could you direct me to…" I looked down at the paper, "H…Hershel Layton's office?"
He looked me over carefully, but kept a kind, stern face. "My, my. Are you Hershel's new assistant? Well, he should be very happy to have such an attractive young women assist him." He put on a big grin, "Oh. I forgot to introduce myself. How rude of me. Please call me Dean. Dean Delmona. If you need anything, don't be afraid to shout!" Just proving how old he is, he marched off without answering my question.
I stood stationary upon the white tiled floor and looked down to inspect my clothing. When I met the man I was assisting, I wanted to look nice so he didn't think I spent my nights partying, which I do…Sometimes. My black Vans stood out, but I didn't care. My navy skinny jeans weren't even stained, and my blue off-the-shoulder shirt looked quite nice. I had tied my hair up into a long ponytail, and wore a black headband. My make-up was pretty light compared to some of the girls at school. I wasn't into all that goth stuff with heavy eyeliner and whatnot. I liked being myself, eccentric and quiet.
Just then, I got bumped and my phone fell out my hand. "Darn it!" I yelled.
"I apologize madam, I didn't see you there. Please, allow me." He wore a tall top hat with a black jacket, black pants, and some shiny shoes. He looked around 30 years old. He knelt down and retrieved the phone. "May I ask what you're doing here at Gressenheller? You're not a student of mine."
I hesitated, "If you could help me, I'm looking for Professor Hershel Layton."
He tipped the brim of his top hat, "I believe you've found him." He smirked, "And you must be Teresa Lewis, my new assistant. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." I blushed.
"Oh, no. The pleasure's all mine. Also, you can just call me Teri."
"Well then Teri. Can I show you around?" He seemed nice enough.
"Of course!" I followed him down a narrow corridor, leading to his office.