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Beyoncé
I move with the music gently as I'm here early. Dancing on my own in a semi-empty school at 6-something in the morning.
My legacy can't be undone at all.
Skipped two grades, became captain of the dance team at 13, went on to dance just about everywhere public had some cameos in music videos, performed live... I could've very much been a profesional dancer but I chose to teach it instead. I regret it.
With the beginning of each new school year comes the feeling of excitement because I have new kids that come into the dance program to learn and teach, and sad because in some way I am unfulfilled. I love dancing and performing but at times it doesn't seem to work for me.
My mama passed younger with my little sister during childbirth so it's just been myself and my dad the whole time. I danced my way through my grief. With my dad being single with an iffy job I had no choice but to take my ass to college to at least guarantee myself a better future and him a relaxing retirement.
I still put my all into teaching and am real sweet with the kids, because it's not their fault I chose to study the wrong thing... I'm afraid that at the tender age of 25, it's too late to switch my career. I feel very stuck.
In this particular moment before school starts, I'm taking the time to move around a bit because the stretches do me well. I wave my arms around gently as I come down on my knees and bow my head down on the floor. I sit there for a moment bringing my hands up together and relax.
I jolt up as I hear a knock on my door.
"Damn Beyoncé, I ain't gone kill ya." My fellow colleague and friend Julius says jokingly.
I sit cross cross as he approaches me.
"So... the new teachers..."
"What about?"
It's routine to get new teachers every year, I'm not sure what point he's trying to get to.
"You know Carlson?"
I nod. The older drama teacher. Real sweet lady. Has to be like 80 or so. Everybody loves her and she always brought food and sweets. Although I didn't interact with her much.
"Yeah."
"She passed the first week of June so we have a new drama teacher replacing her."
"Hmmm," I cross my arms. "who?"
"Ms. Maraj. She's young maybe you can make a new friend."
I shrug and roll my eyes. what the hell is his obsession with wanting me to socialize with folks here? I swear I'm socially good.
"Beyoncé, you still on that beef stuff? That was way back when the school opened."
"I am." I cross my arms and lean my weight on my hip.
I will never forgive the drama department for betraying my old dance teacher. Not my issues but I will always back up my old lady. Mrs. Carlson is probably experiencing some bit of high temperatures for the shit she pulled.
That's a lot for Julius to say considering the band/orchestra department have issues with the art department because the marching band marched through the courtyard and spilled over paint cans.
"Listen, you oughta talk to her. It'll do you good to hang around a younger teacher for once and I don't mean the ones from the daycare across them street."
I sigh and shake my head. Watch it be an arrogant bitch they hired.
"Ight, Imma go on. Call up my room if you need sum."
"Alright."
He walks off jingling his saxophone-printed lanyard and his fraternity tag.
I don't care how dumb I sound I'm not letting it go.
With the time passing, I see I have more students at the door. They peek their heads in confused and look at their schedules. One boy is short enough that I can see he made his lock screen his schedule. I wanna laugh so bad but it's the first day of school I gotta be nice to 'em.
"Hey, come in!"
They're my home room though. I can't wait till have my juniors when 1st period comes.
I stand right outside my door to greet the rest that come in. The drama room is right across from mine and I see the new teacher. Ms. Maraj was it? I only see her from the back though.
She's shorter than me I can tell. Curvy too. Curvier than me. She wears a business casual outfit. Pants that hug her lower half just right giving me a good sight of her ass (also bigger than mine) and her blouse hugs her tits well. I can tell from behind, I'm pretty sure.
Her hair is in a low messy bun and I slightly get a glimpse of her face when she turns her head but it isn't clear. The bell rings and I swing inside, greeting the students and getting all of their first day of school paperwork handed to them.
I think this Maraj lady and I will be on good terms so long as she doesn't try to come over to my side. I taken last glimpse out the door window but a bigger kid stays in the doorway, popping a wink to one of the girls standing in my room by the wall. I'm kinda annoyed he got in the way of my line of sight but okay.
