[For Meg]: How I Met My Mother

[polly_okeefe]

For better or for worse, I have settled into my daily routine, if you could call it that. With weeks still to go before a new term started, too early to even consider whether or not the Island could use a kindergarten class, most of my productive hours are spent helping the crews clean up the kitchen and rec room. I stick to this routine

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[unextrordinary]

The rec room is the just a pit stop, a shortcut with my sandwich and my soon to be bunsen burner heated can of soup as I make my way from the kitchen to the lab. I know that it probably would've been faster to go out and around, but there is the chance that I could've have stopped, changed my mind and picked up a book to scribble in along the way.

Not this time. I just don't feel in the mood, and math is one of those things that if the mood isn't right, it just doesn't flow well. The song makes me stop though, and I smile slightly as I turn my head towards the jukebox. "I like this song. I think I always have," I say to the girl in the room, which is weird, because normally I just let strangers be. It must be the weather.

[polly_okeefe]

That voice!

The impromptu vase that I'd been holding while wiping down the table slips from my fingers, clatters, and spills onto the floor in front of me. It doesn't break, being plastic. "Mother?" I squeaked, as I turned around. There's a woman behind me. I looked--

It's her!

Without thinking, I let out a shriek. "Oh, Mother! You've come! You're here! I missed you so!" Sobbing, I throw my arms around her and hug her tight.

[unextrordinary]

There are things that I had been preparing for. Like mentally, physically, all of the above. When I said 'I liked this song, always have', I had been expecting a reaction of 'oh, okay' or 'yeah, so do I' or even 'ew? really?'.

I had not been expecting the girl to totally lose it. Break something that didn't belong to her, hug me and call me Mother lose it. I go rigid and it is only good practice that causes me not to lose hold of my sandwich. "I mean, it's a good song, but it's not that good," I say seriously freaked out. "Are you okay? Are you on drugs?"

[polly_okeefe]

I pulled back, clasping Mother by her arms, and I stared into her face. The colour drained from my cheeks. "Mother! Mother, it's me! Can't you see? It's Poly! Polyhymnia O'Keefe