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31_days2012-05-08 12:54 am
[May 8th] [Perry Mason] You're a Stranger Here
Title: You're a Stranger Here
Day/Theme: May 8th - August, too sunstruck for lessons
Series: Perry Mason
Character/Pairing: Della Street
Rating: G/K
For the "Missing Scenes from The Broken Ties" series.
Takes place around chapter 3 or 4.
By Lucky_Ladybug
“August?”
The little boy continued to dreamily stare out the window, oblivious to all else around him. His teacher bent down to be closer to his eye level.
“August?”
At last he turned. “Yes, Miss Street?”
Della tried and failed to hide a smile. “August, you need to work on your paper.”
The seven-year-old gave a sigh of resignation. “I know. It’s just that it’s a really nice day, Miss Street. I want to be out in it.”
Della straightened. “Well, if you finish your paper in time, you’ll be able to go outside for recess.”
August nodded. “Yes, Miss Street.” He obediently looked back to his paper, picking up his pencil.
Della smiled to herself as she walked away. August was a smart boy, but he had such a difficult time concentrating for long. She often caught him daydreaming at his desk.
Sometimes her own mind wandered while she was preparing lessons or trying to teach. It was strange, even eerie. She knew that she had chosen this path. She knew it was something she loved to do. Working with children—or better yet, having some of her own—had always been a dream of hers.
So why was it that there were points when she would suddenly pause, the oddest sensation coming over her that she did not belong here, that there was another place for her? What place could that be?
Until she saw the newspaper with the lawyer Perry Mason’s picture in it, she did not have the faintest idea.
Day/Theme: May 8th - August, too sunstruck for lessons
Series: Perry Mason
Character/Pairing: Della Street
Rating: G/K
For the "Missing Scenes from The Broken Ties" series.
Takes place around chapter 3 or 4.
“August?”
The little boy continued to dreamily stare out the window, oblivious to all else around him. His teacher bent down to be closer to his eye level.
“August?”
At last he turned. “Yes, Miss Street?”
Della tried and failed to hide a smile. “August, you need to work on your paper.”
The seven-year-old gave a sigh of resignation. “I know. It’s just that it’s a really nice day, Miss Street. I want to be out in it.”
Della straightened. “Well, if you finish your paper in time, you’ll be able to go outside for recess.”
August nodded. “Yes, Miss Street.” He obediently looked back to his paper, picking up his pencil.
Della smiled to herself as she walked away. August was a smart boy, but he had such a difficult time concentrating for long. She often caught him daydreaming at his desk.
Sometimes her own mind wandered while she was preparing lessons or trying to teach. It was strange, even eerie. She knew that she had chosen this path. She knew it was something she loved to do. Working with children—or better yet, having some of her own—had always been a dream of hers.
So why was it that there were points when she would suddenly pause, the oddest sensation coming over her that she did not belong here, that there was another place for her? What place could that be?
Until she saw the newspaper with the lawyer Perry Mason’s picture in it, she did not have the faintest idea.
