Hello, My name is Stacy Ella, I'm nineteen and am currently a teacher... Well I had just gotten my job and today is going to be my first day. But I'd like to start off with a little about myself, I have a two year old brother named Kieran, a room mate called Adrian and no parents, just my awesome aunt and her husband. I graduated high-school whilst I was sixteen and with no year gap, left for university. Finishing that this year, I was very proud.
I also have a dog, his a jack Russel cross something, unknown to me. But there's Just one small problem... I'm teaching at an all boy school!
Earlier that morning...
"Have you got everything?" Adrian asked, cradling my sleeping brother in his arms as he rocked back and forth. "What school are you teaching at? You better not fall for any boys! And don't get pregnant! We don't need another kid running round here, though I do love your brother..." He rambled, with a frown.
You see Adrian worked from home, an artist, a bit like me but I was an art teacher and an librarian, with the cooking class on Monday's, Wednesday's and Friday's, library in the mornings and art in the middle session.
"Yes I have." I chuckled a little, a smile on my lips. I rolled my eyes at his statement though. "Er. Some boys school for all grades. And, I'm not going to fall for any boys and I''m NOT going to get knocked up!" I groaned, sometimes he could be like an over protective brother, or father for this matter. "Now, how do I look?" I gazed at myself in the clean mirror.
I was wearing a white blouse that covered quarter of my arms, a black skirt that ended just above the knee with black heels and a white handbag. My hair was in a donut bun with two strands hanging loose at the front, framing my face which was finished off with my small glasses.
Just saying, I thought I looked quite good..
"You look great, as always." I blushed shyly, grinning up at him and pecking him on the cheek, thanking him, saying good bye and leaving for my first day of work... I hope its an alright school...
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Alright school?! No way was this the right school. Five fights, five in the first hour I had been here, just tidying up the room I was using for the morning. And that was in grade four! I was shocked, apalled even, why is there so many naughty students?! I think I might have gotten the wrong room. I sighed, taking off my glasses and pinching the bridge of my nose, just breathing for a second.
After a couple of minutes, a knock on the door brought me back to reality. Sighing I straightened up, leaving my glasses off and walking over to the junior fiction books. "Come in!" The green door opened quickly yet carefully and in stepped a groud of eight boys. "Er, hello boys?" I asked confused, placing a book in the right place and picking out the next one. Twinkle Twinkle Little star! I glanced at the boys, finding the right section and plopping it in.
"Are you the new teacher?" A boy with blond hair asked, sending a smile at me. I nodded firmly, flashing a small grin of my own and walking to my desk. Clean Junior fiction, check. "We got sent here for detention, something about cleaning?" I shrugged my shoulders, opening up a yellow folder and peering inside, taking the pleasure of sitting down for a second. Motioning them to walk forwards, they stepped inside, all looking around. The room had been a dump when I stepped in here, at least now you could see the books!
Seriously, there was gum, pen and glue on the tables, tin foil on the books, the wooden planks were dusty and dirty, the shelves were covered in filth and there was green slime on my desk! It was gross!
