Cameron looked down at her watch that wasn't really a watch. It was more of a really small text messenger hidden behind a digital watch face. Cameron's boss had given it to her two years ago when she had first started work, but that will come later. At the moment Cameron was stuck in Biology and to make things worse it was raining outside.
Cameron was half asleep when her "watch" beeped. She looked down at it and smiled. Looked like she was leaving class early, well five minutes early but still…that was five minutes she didn't have to listen to the technical process of sex. Cameron sat up in her desk a bit straighter and put on her "oh I'm really listening" face. Then the voice from the overcom boomed from the speaker.
"Mr. Jones," The voice said with little expression.
"Yes?" Mr. J said, pausing from his lecture his marker in mid mark.
"We need Cameron Davis; her uncle is here to pick her up."
"Alright, go on Cameron. Come by sometime tomorrow and I'll give you all the notes you missed." Mr. J then went back to his teaching as Cameron slipped out of the classroom.
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He ran. He was running away from what he was sure would be the biggest mistake of his life. He felt alone in the world and just wanted to get away from it all. The sun was beginning to set and twilight was setting in over the New York City landscape. He ran across the dirt street avoiding carriages and horses. He knew what he felt was wrong. He had almost told her he loved her but couldn't. He had run away from it and now, he was still running. He had decided to end it all.
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Cameron had gone to her locker before she headed to the front office. She had left her journal in there and knew that she would need it sooner than she had hoped. Not that Cameron hated work. Far from it, she got paid better than most adults and the job was fun…but it was far from normal.
As she approached the front office a smile spread across Cameron's lips. There stood a man who looked to be about twenty-four. His raven hair was messy and his hands were shoved into the pockets of his baggy pants. When he caught sight of Cameron he grinned.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
"Sure thing," Cameron replied with a smile. This wasn't her uncle, no, far from it. This was Paul. Paul worked from Cameron's boss Mr. K. Paul was a computer nerd in a sense. He had actually created Cameron's "watch" and many other gadgets that Cameron had found quite useful. Like for instance her walkie-talkie that was a pen. That she found very useful.
"So what's Mr. K. got in store for me now?" Cameron asked as she led Paul to her car. It was an old Volkswagen Van, which was more commonly known as the Hippie Van. The outside of the car was a huge canvas of sorts. All different slots of colors populated the outside of the car and in some places you could catch the eye of a half hidden smiley-face. Paul scowled at the ancient van.
"Why do you drive that stone-age thing? I mean you just got your license; didn't you save up for something better? Heck, even I could build a better car than this."
"Dude! I love my car…leave it alone," Cameron said as she glared at Paul. They piled into the car and began the well know drive to Cameron's "office" building.
After a ten minute car ride filled with Aerosmith and old TV show's theme songs Paul and Cameron arrived at their final destination. Cameron walked up to the old house and punched in her key code on a keypad hidden in the mail box. The door opened with a click and the voice of a computer said, "Welcome Cameron."
"Hey Jane," Cameron greeted as she walked through the upper part of the house and made her way to the hidden staircase that led down to the basement.
When Cameron arrived in her work environment she headed over to her desk to check her messages. There was a bright orange post-it note on her desk that seemed to be yelling, "COME SEE ME NOW! ~ Mr. K" Cameron sighed. She'd been working for this man for two years and he already knew her better than most. Of course he did know what all the others didn't; he knew how she really made all her money.
Cameron walked to Mr. K's office. She wasn't to too big of a hurry, she figured she'd be on a new job for Mr. K soon and was getting a little tired of the whole job she had. When she entered Mr. K's office he was seated in a huge leather chair behind his desk. He wore a bowler hat on top of his balding head and his face was full of wrinkles. He had a look about him that just screamed Grandfather.
"Hello Mr. K, what do we have today?" Cameron asked as she collapsed in a chair opposite of her employer.
"A new assignment I'm putting you and John on," Mr. K. replied as he looked over the papers on his desk. Cameron's jaw dropped. She hated John…ok so maybe hate was a strong word but it fit. John had the biggest ego in the world and thought he could do anything. The last mission they were on he had practically ruined the Egyptian Empire. Cameron had counted on Mr. K firing him on the spot but no such luck came about.
"Don't give me that look either," Mr. K said as he peered over his glasses. "You two are my finest employees and need to learn to work together. Anyway he's already been briefed on your mission and can fill you in after you get into your clothes and get your gear."
Cameron sat there and protested against it all for about five minutes. The effort was futile however and she left well enough alone. Grumbling she went to her desk and ducked into the bathroom. When she came out she was clothed in a pair of pants torn off at the knee, a dirty stripped shirt that was more than baggy, old leather shoes and a cabby hat. Her "gear" was a pocket watch like her wrist watch, some old newspapers and a slingshot. Sighing Cameron made her way over to the door. The door had been set to September 12, 1899.
"Took you long enough," John said. Cameron glared at him. He was dressed much like she was but his costume came with suspenders, something Cameron was glad she was without.
"Let's just get this over with, that stupid door always makes me sick." She took a few steeps towards the door and reached for the knob. "I do suppose you'll tell me what we're going to do once we get there."
John grinned at her as he stood beside her. "Maybe, if you don't get on my nerves." Cameron was about to argue when John opened the door and Cameron fell into darkness.
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Skittery was half way to the Brooklyn Bridge now. He couldn't believe what he had almost done. He had to jump off that bridge. He was so alone in the world. It felt like he had no friends left that would understand him and he knew what he had almost done was wrong. But deep down he knew if he didn't end his life soon he would tell her how he felt and go and press his lips against hers.
Skittery shook the vision of them kissing passionately out of his mind and began to run again. As he approached the bridge he wondered if anyone would care that he was gone, he wondered if she would care.
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