۞ Laura is the middle child of three born to Debora and Robert Johnson, a middle-school history teacher and a retired Army veteran with a talent for painting landscapes, respectively. Debbie and Bob, as they are known, weren't financially well-to-do, but they weren't below the poverty line, either. Their home, an older brick and siding split-level built in the 1960s, wasn't the biggest house on the block, but it did have a big, pie-shaped lot backing onto a treed ravine. The forts were epic.
Like any family, they had their conflicts and struggles, but they were known for being friendly people who helped thy neighbour, attended church on Sundays, always contributed home-style cooking to the community pot luck on the Fourth of July and genuinely loved one another.
As the only girl, Laura had her own room which was small but full of wonderful books and drenched for many years in the colour purple. She stored her books alphabetically by author, then by subject. Her CDs and videos received a similar treatment and woe betide anyone who borrowed them and didn't return them to their proper place. She was a very responsible girl, active and organized and good in school. She enjoyed learning and thus, she always studied for a test and homework and assignments were completed on time. She assisted with the household chores, tried to be peacemaker with her brothers and babysat her younger brother, small cousins and neighbourhood children when the need arose. Organizing various collections of books, CDs, videos and so on, with the owner's permission, of course, were some of the ways she passed the time once her charges were asleep.
By the age of ten, Laura was very independent. She always had her backpack ready in the mornings and made no fuss getting herself dressed for school. While her brothers couldn't find their socks, she was downstairs eating her breakfast and helping make sandwiches for lunch. She belonged to the church choir, performed in the school plays and took up the piano late at thirteen. Laura didn't excel at everything she tried, but that didn't stop her from participating. She enjoyed writing stories, dabbled in painting - inspired by her father - and always cleaned up after herself when she was done.
When she wasn't involved with school or family or other hobbies, Laura read. She always seemed to have a book at hand, be it a Carolyn Keene, Robert A. Heinlein, Laura Ingalls Wilder or the latest volume from the library on a variety of topics, including history, the older the better. She loved history, like her mother. Her interests expanded as she grew older, from helping with food preparation and cooking to learning the basics of repairing the family car from her father once she had her driver's license, in case she was ever stranded in a rural area, a genuine possibility given their rural surroundings.
Laura discovered her love of and aptitude for languages around the time she started taking piano lessons. She dove head-first into whatever extra courses were available. Her teachers in high school were quietly, cautiously optimistic that she could handle all this extra work and wouldn't have some sort of nervous breakdown before she graduated. It seemed that she could.
What they might have suspected once or twice but could never confirm is that the pressure Laura put on herself to succeed at most of her pursuits started to give her anxiety attacks. These moments of panic when she couldn't breathe led to a diagnosis of asthma, and though her family was relieved it wasn't something more serious, Laura couldn't shake her awareness that it was something more than that. Maybe she did have asthma and it was a coincidence that she would be diagnosed around the same time she started feeling that crushing pressure in her chest, the difficulty breathing, the rise of a scream bubbling up her throat, but never completely surfacing.
At least, not in public.
At this time, it was also determined she needed glasses. She was farsighted and would need glasses for driving and general daily functions, just not for up-close activities, like reading or painting. Disappointed with a perceived barrier to being considered attractive, Laura kept it together through high school, even though she wasn't much of a social butterfly like some of her friends. Though well-liked and an excellent student, no one asked her to the prom in her final year, so her older brother took her, calling himself her 'chauffer and chaperone', and she had fun dancing with her friends and snacking on the munchies provided at the folding tables that were dotted around the edge of the gymnasium. Her brother, then in university, knew everyone and was handsome and popular, funny and genuine, so she wasn't really embarrassed to not have a proper date. She said she was happy, and she was, to a point. When she got home and said her thank-yous and good-nights, she changed into her pajamas and sat in the bottom of her closet, door closed, and cried while hugging her favourite teddy bear.
Laura kept herself busy, which was some of the cause of her anxiety but also her saving grace. Who had time to panic when she had a thriving babysitting schedule and was one of two students selected to work with the Galena CVB two summers in a row? She graduated high school with Honours and, deciding she wanted to be a teacher someday, attended a school in Kentucky for her IECE the following September. She had saved her money for the training. She graduated from there also with Honours, which led, unexpectedly, to a job right out of the gate with a family who needed a personal assistant and a nanny for their three young children. She was twenty, which did have the couple hesitate, briefly, but her resume and references were stellar, so she was hired. There was a learning curve, but Laura was up to the task. Her employers didn't regret choosing her and were sad to see her leave when she decided to pursue a degree in history. It had taken her a while, but between her savings and a scholarship, she was able to give it a shot.
So she did, at the University of Chicago, doing a combined BA/MA program in History which has a very strict application process. Fortunately, she met all the requirements and she interviewed well - and the five notable panic attacks she suffered during her time there occurred off-campus, with no roommates around to witness. She graduated with Honours, naturally. Her focus was on the earliest civilizations, including but not exclusive to: Mesopotamia, Babylon, Sumeria, Ur.
Then art restoration called her and she was off to New York to study at The Conservation Centre at the Institute of Fine Arts through NYU. After three years of yet another intense and wonderful period of study - including at least one breakdown - she graduated with Honours and confidently went a a job hunt.
Unfortunately, employment at museums was scarce and teachers in ancient history and languages were not in high demand. In many cases, she was informed that they either didn't have enough funds to hire her on as a curator or she was over-qualified for the positions they had available.
Her resume sums up the results of the next few years, briefly finding employment cleaning a private art collection and surviving high-pressure positions as personal assistants and household managers.
Laura has moved to Easthaven for the summer, at least, with the intention of finding either volunteer or paying work at a museum or art gallery for a change of pace and to keep her hand in. If other opportunities become available, she would certainly consider them, but her most recent employers paid her very well. She doesn't have to work for a while and will try to take it easy.
First, she needs to clean her rental apartment, a one bedroom unit in a converted building in Lower Fens. She she has to unpack all her boxes, rearrange the furniture until it is exactly where she wants it and alphabetize her books, CDs and DVDs...