20XX A.D. Liverpool, Great Britain... Working in the lab is very repetitive ever since I've started the continuation of our family's research about the Time Plague. It's been four generations and yet we're far from finding the origins of this disease. It's funny that even with all the technology in the world that is far better from decades past I still can't find any clues. Even so... I find this research will help me also in my research on the reasons on how our founding father, Neal Kirkstoic, survived a deep
stab wound to the chest and from his experience from his journal he says that he felt lighter than usual, so he lost a lot of blood but he survived... It happened in January, he said in that incident a person wearing a coat then says "I'm sorry I can't risk any more people dying, please forgive me." Now that person hasn't been found out when he was alive... Now that's intriguing... Then I heard a knock from my lab door, then the person said something. "Hailey, dinner is ready. Mom made chicken tonight." It was my big brother calling me for dinner. I went to our dining room and my Mom said. "How's the research going Hailey?" I replied. "Going smoothly as far as I'm concerned." We had dinner after that I went to my lab and opened my laptop then quickly called my assistant through. "Hey, Assistant can be here for tomorrow I need help with something here is it ok?" Then he replied. "Sure thing there Miss Hailey, what time should I be there for tomorrow?" I replied. "Around 7:00 AM, bring your notebooks too." My Assistant is a young man by the name of Tom McClain, a junior in my school a year below me. He's a kind and helpful assistant that carries some of the paper works in the lab in exchange for him to join in our team here in Liverpool since everyone that joins in our research group must start as an assistant from one of the head researcher and one of them is me. He notes the important things to remember in the lab that will be useful for him and it's been 2 years since he joined in.
It's 7:00 AM now and my assistant arrives perfectly on time. "Hey, Tom. You've brought the notebooks?" My Assistant nods his head while he brings in his bag to my lab. "So what's today's agenda ma'am?" As my Assistant says. I replied. "Today, we will continue our study on how the heck my great-great-grandfather survive an attempted murder on him." My Assistant chuckled a bit and replied. "Sure, where should I begin?" I replied. "Just over there and give me that archive vol. 34." I and my Assistant does our usual brainstorming and we began by discussing what we currently have by collecting what we have we can assist on what we can focus on today's brain-crunching debate and rebuttal. It can take us a whole day just from discussing this but we place a time frame around that and separated from our recording time. Within this time we can record what we found out and what we formed from that discussion into a notebook that to this day is still on-going. Surprisingly I'm the 5th author for this series of research. "Hey, Ma'am... From what I've seen from the archives your great-great-grandfather never felt pain during his recovery... Yeah, he felt lighter than usual but from what he saw in the room of the person who was rescued by looked clean. And this adds on who's the person who saved him." That made me think from what my Assistant said... "No one told me the story of that time not even the Lichnen family told me any of this since they also had their own set of records during their past since they're also a famous family for their military service and the two attempts on their so-called 'Last Stand' But their records are just about their military history and I can't find anything about my great great grandfather. To be honest the Lichnen family is a kind family for me to enter their archives to find what I need but I just can't find it there.
4:00 PM... The sun is near setting now and we're still busy with our paperwork and reports to be passed today for our daily accomplishments, expenses, failures, wastes, and discoveries. And most of our records now are just accomplishments since we accomplished a person of interest for the reason behind great-great-grandfather's death. My Assistant is still persistent in finding the person so he called up a contact he knows in the Central Archive of Statistics. To know the list of people that were alive during my great-great-grandfather's time within Great Britain, Scotland, and Ireland. And we will able to get that info they say in the next 48 hours. In the meantime I told my Assistant to go home for the day because we have school tomorrow. I head back home also and took a short nap before dinner then I went to sleep for the day.
Morning arrived and I prepared myself and headed to school on my usual route. Some of my classmates look at me like I'm the prime minister or something but to my response I just greet them with good mornings and be a student for once. Well, I know that attention is inevitable, and some people are asking me for health advice. And my response to that. "I don't give out advice, you can get an appointment with my mother for advice because it's her field." I'm not mad if I'm honest but I do like them for reasons that they are curious about their own health. I mean who doesn't feel great about seeing people actually curious about their own health? School for me is important to some point and I do need some of the skills that school provides and enhances and most probably one of them is social interaction. If I can talk easily with people I can treat them the way they want to and simplify it by communicating with people I get to experience the outside world a more hands-on approach. In the end, this can also help me asset what the people of my age wants in their medicine and I can use that to improve our line-up of medicine for this age-group. It may sound weird that I collect data from my own classmates... But it's nothing personal and most of them are okay with this
because the most common response is 'if my data can improve life as we know it then sure go.' Weird right? But I'm so glad to be surrounded by open-minded people. My Assistant still calls me Ma'am even outside the lab, he some times can forget it but I'm glad nothing bad happened when people knew that a junior is working for me in the laboratory. To my surprise, they say that the
junior who got to work in the Kirkstoic's are very lucky. In the end of the day, school is simple, fun, and interactive in a way that isn't annoying in a form that isn't bad in this form that wrapping around a great atmosphere for me to think and to accept within the differences of everyone to me, so I can conclude this day is the beginning of a new world.