Biographical Narrative

I was early. I tried the first door and it was locked as I figured it was. I started my laps around the building. I did this on cold days to keep warm as I waited to be let in. As I came up on the second door, I tried it. Through the tinted glass door, I could see a figure hop up from the couch inside and rush toward it. I stepped back as Alyssa greeted me.
I was surprised to see her there. "Hey, you," I smirked, stepping inside and standing beside the couch as she returned to it. We chatted as she fiddled with her phone. To be honest, I don't remember what we spoke about.
"They're almost here," she announced, almost randomly as she received another text. I stood, slightly dumbfounded to who she was talking about. During our conversation I had wanted to ask why she was there but those words never left my throat.
'Duh, Dumbass,' I thought to myself. 'She's your chaperon."
Within a few minutes, the missionaries arrived and with them, was a third young man of which I couldn't help but notice, had an unusually small head relative to the width of his shoulders. I looked back to Alyssa and wondered if she were staying after all. I had never had two chaperons before.
She did stay and I sat on the couch beside her while the missionaries brought up three chairs. My shyness didn't allow me to make eye contact with the young man the Elders had brought with them. Like many of my chaperons, he was ignored by me, only allowed to listen and never to be engaged. Alyssa was the exception for I knew her well and had known her since high school.
"How's it going, Laura?" Elder Evans asked as we went along with the ritual of shaking hands. Elder Evans was another who seldom received eye contact from me. I had been uncomfortable from the beginning with having to address both missionaries and several lessons ago, I had chosen to treat them as one person, choosing Elder MacPherson's face for said person.
"This is our man, Sammy D. He's back from his mission."
I wouldn't have been surprised if this Sammy D. had still been a missionary. The only difference between his attire to those of the Elders was a lack of name tag. I began to wonder if I was supposed to be dressing up for these lessons. I looked to Alyssa. Didn't seem to be.
Mr. Sammy D. and I shook hands as is customary and then we both sat.
We had a table between us this time. This made me feel safer oddly, more comfortable, more capable to address both missionaries instead of just Elder Macpherson today. Elder Evans brought out his zip bag full of paper cut outs and my intelligence began to feel mocked but I played along and found that it actually helped to understand the idea my father had tried to failed to explain so many times before.
My eyes kept darting to my left, across to Sammy D. He wasn't like the boy, Bobby, they had brought with them before.

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"This seat taken?"
The nerves fired and my gut twisted. I had liked it better last week when our chairs had been arranged in rows. I could sit in a corner and hide then. Now we were in a circle and everyone could see me. "No," I said, looking up. For once I could put a name to a face. His head didn't seem so small this time and I came to realize that that wasn't the problem at all. His suit jacket made his shoulders stick out too far. Her certainly wasn't a bad looker though.
My eyes returned to the Gospel Principles book the missionaries had given me this morning. My driver had left me alone this time, alone to fend for myself and this was my self defense.
People were talking, stating their names. They came to me. "Laura Clawson," I mumbled, glancing across them and then back down.

(UNFINISHED)