Chapter 1:LOST AND FOUND
Hi, everyone. This is my second story. (I know the title of this chapter is the same as the title of my last story, but it just fir, so I used it again.) I know this might sound similar to other stories you have read, but I tried very hard to make it unique and I haven't read anything like it. Anyway, tell me what you think. Hope you like it. (
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and I am not writing this to make any money.
Sharon Davis surveyed the scene in front of her and she smiled. She loved watching people. Not in a bad, or scary way, but in an interested way. Sharon was studying psychiatry and human behavior at the local college and worked at the airport to pay the bills. She was one of the people who stand behind the desk and 'check' peoples' luggage. Most would find this to be a boring job, but Sharon loved it. She was watching how a student was saying goodbye to her parents, as she left for university and a woman saying goodbye to her husband and son, as she was leaving for a work trip. She loved her job, as ever since she was young, Sharon always loved watching, and learning from, people. She studied their interactions and relationships with each other. It often amazed her.
Suddenly a man came running up to her desk, out of breath, pulling Sharon out of her train of thought.
"Hello, Sir, And how are you today?" Sharon asked, smiling. The man nodded and coughed, in an attempt to catch his breath. "May I see your boarding pass please?" Sharon continued.
The man pulled out his wallet and passed her his pass. "Please tell me I'm not to late." He said managed to get out, still breathing heavily.
Sharon typed the flight code into her computer and winced. "I'm sorry sir, but your flight has just finished boarding."
"Damn," he said. "I got caught in traffic on the way here."
Sharon offered him a sympathetic look. "Well, let me see if we have any other flights." She typed some other code into her computer. "Okay, we have a flight out at 6:00 this afternoon."
"I need to be in Vancouver by 5:30 at the latest." He answered.
"Okay, let me see what else I can do." Sharon trailed off for a few seconds and typed something into her computer. "Here we go. I can put you on a flight 98743 to Pearson Airport in Toronto, where you can board connecting flight 337 to Vancouver, which will land at 5:15."
"Perfect. I'll take it." The man said, thankfully.
"Okay," Sharon handed him a new boarding pass. "The flight leaves in 25 minutes, you better hurry."
"Thank-you so much"
"You're very welcome. And have a great trip." Sharon smiled and watched the man hurry down the terminal. Just as he disappeared out of sight, her shift ended and her replacement arrived.
Her replacement soon noticed a wallet sitting on the desk and picked it up. She put it on the shelf above her, with a mental reminder to take it to lost and found at the end of the day. But, she got busy and she forgot and time passed. A lot of time.
* * * * *
Julie coughed as she pulled yet another box down from the above shelf. She closed her eyes and held her breath as she waited for the dust to settle. She sighed. Julie had been given the job of clearing out this particular section of the airport, before it was closed for renovations.
She stood up on the stepladder, to make sure she had gotten everything off of the shelf. That's when she noticed a small item at the back. She reached forward and pulled it out. After blowing off the dust, she discovered it to be a wallet. Upon opening it she found credit cards, membership cards and a picture of a good-looking man and a beautiful woman. They were both laughing and it looked as if they were in love. Julie smiled. She was a sucker for sappy stuff. On one of the membership cards she found a name and number.
"Chandler Bing," She said to her self as she dialed the number. It rang quite a few times before someone answered.
Ross looked up from his book when he heard the phone ring. He glanced at Rachel and Joey who were watching television. The three of them then all looked at the phone. They stared at it while it rang a few times. Ross rolled his eyes and picked it up.
"Hello?" He said.
"Hi, may a speak to Chandler Bing, please?" a female voice on the other line asked.
Ross froze. He was flustered and didn't know what to say. It had been 3 years and he thought the phone calls to Chandler were over by now. "Um, he doesn't live here anymore," Ross finally answered.
"Oh, well then, do you happen to have a number at where he is currently living?"
Again Ross was flustered. "I don't know where he is living right now," Ross answered. "Or if he is living." He added quietly, but not quietly enough.
"Oh, then I'm sorry to call you, but I work at the airport and I was cleaning off a shelf when I found a wallet with his name in it. Do you know where any of his family lives, so I can send it to them?"
"You could send it here," Ross immediately said. "My sister was engaged to him and it would mean a lot to her."
"Of course, let me just write down the address."
Later that day Monica walked into her apartment and sighed with relief. One more day over and done with. She was surprised to see her brother sitting at the table watching her.
"What's up Ross?" she asked.
He hesitated before answering. "The airport called this morning,. they found Chandler's wallet."
Monica couldn't think of anything to say. She opened here mouth to say something, anything, but Ross cut her off.
"It had obviously been there for awhile, probably from the day he." Ross trailed off. He had gone to far. He watched as Monica's eyes filled with tears and as she drew in a shaky breath. He felt so bad for her. She had been through so much over the past 3 years and her eyes, which had once been sparkling full of light and happiness, now looked dark and depressing. You could tell just by looking at them that she had been through far too much and had never fully recovered. She was aged well passed her years.
Ross quickly closed the gap between them and pulled his little sister into a big hug. She held onto him tightly and cried. He was one of the very few people whom she could trust.
Monica fought the tears as long as she could before breaking down in Ross' arms. Her mind wandered back to the last day she could remember where she had been happy and wondered; what went wrong?
Hi, everyone. This is my second story. (I know the title of this chapter is the same as the title of my last story, but it just fir, so I used it again.) I know this might sound similar to other stories you have read, but I tried very hard to make it unique and I haven't read anything like it. Anyway, tell me what you think. Hope you like it. (
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and I am not writing this to make any money.
Sharon Davis surveyed the scene in front of her and she smiled. She loved watching people. Not in a bad, or scary way, but in an interested way. Sharon was studying psychiatry and human behavior at the local college and worked at the airport to pay the bills. She was one of the people who stand behind the desk and 'check' peoples' luggage. Most would find this to be a boring job, but Sharon loved it. She was watching how a student was saying goodbye to her parents, as she left for university and a woman saying goodbye to her husband and son, as she was leaving for a work trip. She loved her job, as ever since she was young, Sharon always loved watching, and learning from, people. She studied their interactions and relationships with each other. It often amazed her.
Suddenly a man came running up to her desk, out of breath, pulling Sharon out of her train of thought.
"Hello, Sir, And how are you today?" Sharon asked, smiling. The man nodded and coughed, in an attempt to catch his breath. "May I see your boarding pass please?" Sharon continued.
The man pulled out his wallet and passed her his pass. "Please tell me I'm not to late." He said managed to get out, still breathing heavily.
Sharon typed the flight code into her computer and winced. "I'm sorry sir, but your flight has just finished boarding."
"Damn," he said. "I got caught in traffic on the way here."
Sharon offered him a sympathetic look. "Well, let me see if we have any other flights." She typed some other code into her computer. "Okay, we have a flight out at 6:00 this afternoon."
"I need to be in Vancouver by 5:30 at the latest." He answered.
"Okay, let me see what else I can do." Sharon trailed off for a few seconds and typed something into her computer. "Here we go. I can put you on a flight 98743 to Pearson Airport in Toronto, where you can board connecting flight 337 to Vancouver, which will land at 5:15."
"Perfect. I'll take it." The man said, thankfully.
"Okay," Sharon handed him a new boarding pass. "The flight leaves in 25 minutes, you better hurry."
"Thank-you so much"
"You're very welcome. And have a great trip." Sharon smiled and watched the man hurry down the terminal. Just as he disappeared out of sight, her shift ended and her replacement arrived.
Her replacement soon noticed a wallet sitting on the desk and picked it up. She put it on the shelf above her, with a mental reminder to take it to lost and found at the end of the day. But, she got busy and she forgot and time passed. A lot of time.
* * * * *
Julie coughed as she pulled yet another box down from the above shelf. She closed her eyes and held her breath as she waited for the dust to settle. She sighed. Julie had been given the job of clearing out this particular section of the airport, before it was closed for renovations.
She stood up on the stepladder, to make sure she had gotten everything off of the shelf. That's when she noticed a small item at the back. She reached forward and pulled it out. After blowing off the dust, she discovered it to be a wallet. Upon opening it she found credit cards, membership cards and a picture of a good-looking man and a beautiful woman. They were both laughing and it looked as if they were in love. Julie smiled. She was a sucker for sappy stuff. On one of the membership cards she found a name and number.
"Chandler Bing," She said to her self as she dialed the number. It rang quite a few times before someone answered.
Ross looked up from his book when he heard the phone ring. He glanced at Rachel and Joey who were watching television. The three of them then all looked at the phone. They stared at it while it rang a few times. Ross rolled his eyes and picked it up.
"Hello?" He said.
"Hi, may a speak to Chandler Bing, please?" a female voice on the other line asked.
Ross froze. He was flustered and didn't know what to say. It had been 3 years and he thought the phone calls to Chandler were over by now. "Um, he doesn't live here anymore," Ross finally answered.
"Oh, well then, do you happen to have a number at where he is currently living?"
Again Ross was flustered. "I don't know where he is living right now," Ross answered. "Or if he is living." He added quietly, but not quietly enough.
"Oh, then I'm sorry to call you, but I work at the airport and I was cleaning off a shelf when I found a wallet with his name in it. Do you know where any of his family lives, so I can send it to them?"
"You could send it here," Ross immediately said. "My sister was engaged to him and it would mean a lot to her."
"Of course, let me just write down the address."
Later that day Monica walked into her apartment and sighed with relief. One more day over and done with. She was surprised to see her brother sitting at the table watching her.
"What's up Ross?" she asked.
He hesitated before answering. "The airport called this morning,. they found Chandler's wallet."
Monica couldn't think of anything to say. She opened here mouth to say something, anything, but Ross cut her off.
"It had obviously been there for awhile, probably from the day he." Ross trailed off. He had gone to far. He watched as Monica's eyes filled with tears and as she drew in a shaky breath. He felt so bad for her. She had been through so much over the past 3 years and her eyes, which had once been sparkling full of light and happiness, now looked dark and depressing. You could tell just by looking at them that she had been through far too much and had never fully recovered. She was aged well passed her years.
Ross quickly closed the gap between them and pulled his little sister into a big hug. She held onto him tightly and cried. He was one of the very few people whom she could trust.
Monica fought the tears as long as she could before breaking down in Ross' arms. Her mind wandered back to the last day she could remember where she had been happy and wondered; what went wrong?