It's the first day of my new job. I can't wait till the end of the day when I can go to football practice. All the guys are so talented this year and really want to work hard to achieve a common goal. Clench the division. I'll admit I'm not to excited about teaching but history has always been a secret passion of mine. I used to pretend I hated all subjects but history was the one thing that came easily to me. I always got an A in it so at least I'm teaching something I love. I think the worst part of the day will be my fourth period class. Government. It's such a stupid class to take but yet it's a requirement all seniors must take to graduate college. I barely passed my government class. Oh well, all I can do is try to give the kids the best knowledge I can to help them pass. It's amazing what four years of college can do to someone. I used to think I'd work at some fast food joint for the rest of my life and now here I am, walking through the halls of my former school, getting ready to welcome my first class to a new year of school. This is gonna be a good year I can tell. Something amazing is going to happen. It's in the air. I smile to myself as I walk into my classroom and look at some plays for practice that afternoon and completely lose myself. Oh crap was that the bell? I look at the clock and sure enough it's 8:05 on the dot and some of the first students start to walk in. Some talking to friends from last year, some comparing schedules and some looking like their just trying to fit in and survive another year of high school. I exit out of my football plays on my computer and stand from my desk right as the late bell rings, signaling that I can now start.
"Hello everyone and welcome to 11th grade US history. I promise that if you guys give me some effort and good behavior this year will be fun, easy and we might even learn something alone the way." A majority of the class either smiles or laughs at this so I take it as a good sign to the beginning of the day. "So I'll just take attendance real quick and them we'll go over a few simple rules I have for the year. I'm not asking for a lot so I hope you'll see everything I ask for as reasonable. So attendance.." I say searching my desk for my student rooster and pick it up, reading off the first name on the list, "Mia Ahles."
"Here." Mumbles a blonde girl who probably wears too much makeup from the back of the class who immediately goes back to talking with another blonde girl whos wearing less make up but still just as pretty. I wonder if their sisters? I guess I'll find out. I go through the list and call out another name towards the middle, "Samantha Good." "Here. But you can call me Sam" says the other blonde girl Mia was talking to. Hm. She seems less uptight. Learning things about my students already. I go through the rest of the list. "Alright so my expectations..." The rest of the class passes smoothly and I can tell that yes, if this class is any indication, this is gonna be a good year. I smile at the thought as the bell rings. "Class dismissed."Author's Note: hey guys!! Hope you like the story so far. The first couple of chapters might be short but I was to get the characters established before I straight rush into the main story line. It'll probably be chapter 3 or 4 before the first finchel interaction. Hope you enjoy and feel free to leave any constructive advice in the comments!!
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