Throwing the Ball
She's not sure of her math but Teri is making the best of it
Transmigrated Teri is a WIP that is part of a “post 200 words a day during July” challenge issued by
. Episodes posted daily will be of various lengths and sometimes will stop in the middle of the scene. You have been warned!The set up:
Teri Graves, a nearly-50 bitter “office lady” who has not led a happy life gets in a massive car accident after being sent home on the first day of COVID lockdown in 2020. She (and her dog) wake up in a strange new world that is also strangely familiar…that’s right, she’s been transmigrated into the world of her favorite 1990s fantasy novel series, the massively popular, critically disdained, and incredibly tropetastic Allisar Fireborn Chronicles (AFC) by the infamous Chadwick Jarvaldson, aka “Fuckin’ Chad” to all his very annoyed fans who are still waiting for the final book to be published.
Previously: Well, she knew she had forgotten something. She gnawed at her cheek for a moment, trying to do math and figure out when Lady Greyrage was actually about thirteen. There was a reason she wasn’t in the accounting or financial aid departments.
The first novel started in the 250th year of Nikodosis’ reign, when Gervyn was fifteen, and Lady Greyrage was assumed to be thirty-five. She was killed by Rustad two years later when she was about thirty-seven? Or there-abouts. She subtracted thirty-seven from 252, but that was confusing so she thought about subtracting thirty-five from 250—
228! You were thirteen in 228! Theo grumbled at her.
“Two hundred and twenty eight? Nine?” She did not have any problem looking confused, and just hoped her dog—who was a dog—was good at math.
Lady Elisandar paused in her crying jag long enough to gasp loudly.
“That is a while ago. You would have been about…a girl.” Doctor Dourwin apparently was as good at math as Teri was.
“Thirteen! She was thirteen! It was when!” Lady Elisandar covered her mouth with a handkerchief, eyes wide.
“It was when, what?” He glanced over at her.
“When her courses started,” Lady Elisdandar said through the material.
Bingo, Teri thought with triumph. Her plan was coming together.
It’s not a plan, it’s a badly thrown ball.
Close enough! She glared at Theo. I have to tell them something!
“You are not behaving like a thirteen year old maiden,” Doctor Dourwin said critically.
“When I woke up, I somehow knew that I was not that same girl. I’m just saying that that is where my memories get cut off.” She huffed and resettled the bed covers around her nervously. “It’s like being in two places at once,” she offered, which was not a lie, at least.
“Hmm,” he said cryptically, eyeing her.
He’s not catching the ball.
I know that! She glared at Theo.