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a day at the museum
'soulmate's names show up on the inside of each other's wrists when they come into contact with something regarding the other.' or so the book says. 'black lettering of the soulmate's full name will appear once contact has been made.' the book also says. 'contact may never be made, for those unfortunate few. but for those who make contact, it's only a matter of luck whether you meet the other or not.'
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it was a normal day at work for you. you got in early (as usual) and allowed yourself tome to tidy and set up the class room for the hoard of 25 9-year-olds who would shortly come bustling into the room. everything was set and organised when veronica (the head of fourth grade) walked into the room, handed over a pile of paper with a sweet smile.
"i see your tattoo's finally showing," she mentioned, pointing at the black writing on your wrist as she handed over the letters.
"oh," you glanced down at it. "that must have shown up this morning, i haven't seen it before today."
"maybe you'll meet this 'tim murphy' at the museum."
you giggled at veronica's remark. "i'll be too busy watching the kids to meet my soulmate."
"never say never." she smiled before stalking out of the classroom, leaving a lingering thought in your brain. as you put the papers down, you saw that it was a school visit to the american museum of natural history. a week ago, the fourth grade began learning about dinosaurs; a very exciting and aweinspiring topic for a group of 9-year-olds. although you loved the museum, thinking about having to spend a whole day there walking them around made you feel whoozy. that was, until, you saw that an expert would be guiding you and the class around, making your job a whole lot easier.
the trip would happen a week to the day, giving you ample time to teach the class the rest of the course on dinosaurs before they excite themselves silly at the museum in the next week. as soon as you had finished reading the whole letter, the bell rang, signalling the arrival of your class. noise and corruption from the hallway soon died down once the children where in their respective classrooms, but once you mentioned the trip, the class erupted again, the excitement being too much for them to handle.
once they were calm, the letters were handed out and placed safely in each of their bags. you were bombarded by questions about the museum, the exhibits and the guide who would show you all around. you answered each question as best as you could, leaving the questions about the guide unanswered. you too wanted to know who this person was.
TIM
it was a normal day at work for tim. he arrived at the museum at 8am, knowing he was early for when his pay check started, but caring little about that. like usual, he inspected the fossils, checking for the tidiness of the exhibit and positioning of the bones (once, an elderly cleaning lady had knocked over a bone or two and tim swore to checked every dinosaur in the morning since then).
