Clarissa Jenkins is an 18-year old high school dropout, but she isn't just a dropout. She's a spy recruited to work for the Ethereal Code Agency (EC). The Agency saw her skills and she was professionally trained and became the #1 field agent at th...
Should I get some food before I do this? This is a real debate I mean will I even have time after? I pondered for a moment and saw a nearby baker selling warm and deliciously looking biscuits. I really want to buy one, I thought as my mouth watered, but what if the same thing happens with the inn owner when I tried to rent a room?!
I sighed as I made my way over. Just to be careful and not frighten the baker, I pulled my hood over my head and yanked it to cover half my face.
I purchased the buscuit, avoiding eye contact with the cashier. The cashier gave me an odd look and awkwardly handed the biscuit to me. Before I headed back out, I heard a loud hiccup followed by a series of repeated hiccups. I turned my head and stared at the baker who was hiccuping uncontrollably. "S-s-sorry I hic-cup when I-I'm n-n-nervous," the baker hiccuped. I raised an eyebrow and walked quickly to the museum to avoid the crazy baker.
I rushed inside and walked into the bathroom, careful to not seem suspicious. I quickly scoped the area, noticing that the walls were marble, but the floor concrete. It wasn't the cleanest of bathrooms, I gagged. I entered a stall to see a small toilet. It wasn't even a toilet actually. It was a freaking pot!
I covered the seat with toilet paper, as there were no seat covers, which was not surprising, remembering that it was 1890. I awkwardly sat, looking at my watch regularly to see the time. I was glad it was hard to see from under my coat sleeve otherwise Edmund would've questioned it.
I kept looking at my watch periodically, it was 3:40 P.M! The musuem closes at 5:30! What was I suppose to do for that long? I already remembered the way to the artifact and where the security guard would be stationed at the time.
There were constant foot steps outside my stall, and the earpiercing sound everytime there was a flush, as people enter to use the restroom. They all seemed to wear black or navy shoes with the smallest heel. It was quite a boring style, I thought. I was so used to people wearing Adidas, Converses, and Nike's. Oh I can't wait to go back to the future and see those familiar shoes again!
I sat uncomfortably, going through the plan I made over, and over in my head. It seemed like hours passed and I checked my watch once more. It was 4:00, twenty minutes had passed.
At one point I caught sight of someone with dark burgandy shoes and I liked them, they were different than those other shoes I saw outside the stall constantly.
I started to notice these shoes more as I continued sitting in the stall. They would come and go periodically? Maybe the shoes were more common than I thought.
This made me automatically put my guard up, but I started going through my plan once again, forgetting for a moment when a loud female voice yelled, from right outside my stall, "WELL THAT'S QUITE A LONG POO YOU'RE TAKING DEARY!" I froze not even breathing for a moment. She probably wasn't talking to me... right? I felt my face burn with embarrassment and I prayed that'd I make it out of here.
"Deary?" She exclaimed in a thick british accent. I noticed the burgandy shoes right outside my stall. Oh no please go away!!! I know I shouldn't say anything and just wait until she leaves, but part of me was curious at who owned those burgandy shoes.
Without thinking I answered her,"Uh yes?" It was too late now.
"Do you have stomach issues? I heard fiber can help, no need to be embarrassed deary." She was calling me deary, but by the sound of her voice she couldn't be much older than me.
I flushed the toilet, and decided to go along with her story. I glanced at my watch, it was 4:36 now. Luckily, I have time to deal with this.
I opened the stall door slowly and saw a girl my age standing there, just watching me as I awkwardly made my way over to the sink. She was wearing fancy London attire and a single gold locket hung around her neck. She widened her eyes and scanned me from head to toe. She looked a little nervous. I waited for her to scream and run at the sight of me, but none of that happened. Was it normal to call people out if they stayed in the bathroom too long? Why was she watching me in the first place? I felt uncomfortable especially since she didn't seem to scream at my African American descent.
"Were you watching me?" I felt a theme going on here, Edmund had done this as well. Is this just a thing I didn't know about in the 1700s?
"Oh well I kept coming to the bathroom to fix up my hair and I noticed you were having a little trouble. Anyway... what is your name?" she giggled. I noticed she had blonde shoulder length hair and big brown eyes. She also had freckles splattered across her nose and cheeks. She was pretty!
I contemplated making up a different name but ended up saying, "Clarissa Jenkins. What's yours?"
"I am Margery Jane Carter! It is a pleasure to meet you Clarissa!"
She seemed so nice, unlike some other people here, I enjoyed it because not everyone had treated me kindly. Her eyes suddenly widened as if she realized something. "I have to go powder my nose! Pardon me!" Margery shrieked as she rushed into the bathroom stall and locked it.
I continued standing there awkwardly, unsure of what happened. Powder my nose? I was pretty sure it was 1700 lady code for "I have to go to the bathroom."
I glanced at my watch once again and it read 5:00. Just 30 more minutes to go! After a few minutes, the stall door opened and a very frustrated looking Margery walked out as she attempted to comb her tangled blonde hair. "How come I can not even brush my hair when it is such a mess. My aunt would have a fit if she saw me like this. I have no clue how you deal with yours," she groaned. I shrugged and smiled, "I don't know, but it can be pretty annoying sometimes."
Margery laughed as she fiddled with her gold locket. She turned towards me, her warm brown eyes dancing in excitement, "I hope we can become good friends Clarissa. Anyway I got to go darling!" She headed towards the door, but before she left, she looked at me questioningly,"Are you coming?" "No you go on ahead. I'll catch up!" I said hurriedly.
Margery smiled and gave me a quick twiddle of her fingers as a goodbye before leaving.
I walked back into the bathroom stall and sat, sighing. I was happy that I was able to make a new friend, but my sad thoughts of not being able to stay friends with her darkened my mood. Oh well....
"The museum is now closing! Please exit!" shouted a voice from outside.
I was definitely ready for this.
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This was probably Margery when the museum was closing 😂😂
