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first day of school

It's my first day of work, and even though I'm the teacher I still feel like a student on their first day. I walk out of my apartment to the elevators, I look at my reflection as the doors close studying my wavy brown hair in a low bun with a little wave out framing my face. The doors open and I walk out to my favourite coffee shop to meet with my best friend, Amelia. It's one of those cute little local coffee shops, the kind you can say "Hey Mia, the usual thanks!" and not sound like a complete nob. I get my drink and walk to our usual table.

"Good morning, Mrs Clark," Amelia says mockingly like a bored student.

"Hey," I say laughing 

"So how are you feeling about your first day as a teacher?"

"Little nerves but I think it will be ok," I say semi-convincingly.

"You will be the best English teacher ever, I promise!" she says reassuring me.

~

I park in the teacher's car park and sit in my car for a second. I pull down the visor to look in the mirror. My hands start to shake and I feel a pit form in my stomach. My throat is dry and tight. I look myself in the eyes and take a deep breath trying to calm down. I collect myself and get out of my car. I now only realise that I have no idea where to go, I start to panic again. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a young man, about my age, get out of his car, he looks at me with a goofy smile.

"Hey, I'm Peter," he says putting out his hand.

"Oh, umm, I'm Grace" I shake his hand "I'm new if you couldn't tell" I laugh.

"Oh no I couldn't," he says probably trying to pretend like I don't look like a blubbering mess. We start to walk to the staff room, I assume still just following him like a lost sheep. There was a small awkward silence as I'm fully stressed and trying to figure out where I am.

"I teach math" he blurted awkwardly 

"Pardon?" I say still focused on trying to figure out where the hell everything is on the MASSIVE campus.

"Math, I teach math. You?" He says with a crooked smile, his cheeks are turning red and his acne scars (which are quite cute) show. 

"Ohh, I'm an English teacher!" I say smiling. 

"Nice, I was never really a fan of English. I kind of got bored like who cares about like symbolism and its all so subjective. That's why I like math, there is a wrong and right answers and patterns are not just about your feelings and it's the same all around the world, a universal language." he says with such passion I look at him and giggle under my breath. 

"Sorry if that sounded a little nerdy" he blushes

"It's ok, we are both teachers. I mean we voluntarily go to school for longer and enjoy it" 

We both laugh as we walk into the staff room.

"Coffee, tea?" he offers

"Tea thanks"

~

"So this is the English department," Peter says pointing, in a good way, to a tall historic building.

"Woah, this school is so cool!" I exclaim.

"Right!-" he agrees before he is interrupted.

"So you must be young Mrs Clark?" an old man says looking at me, I smile. 

"Right, well I'm Mr Brown the head of the English department," he says with authority.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr Brown," 

"I see you have already met Mr Dawson"

 "Umm, yes," I say glancing at Peter and he is looking at the ground in a shy way

"Right well here is your badge, and school starts in half an hour so you might want to find your homeroom soon, I'm sure Peter can help you with that. 

I glance at Peter and we shared a look that made my heart flutter 

"If you have any more questions email me."  and he was gone in a flash.

"Why I guess I will show you to your classroom," he says with a dorky grin gesturing to the door.

"Oh, you really don't have to, you have already helped me enough and I'm sure you have other things-"

"Honestly, it's fine." I follow him through the castle-looking school, till we meet my homeroom.

"Thank you so much, you don't know how much you have helped!"

"No worries," he says almost blushing 

"Do you have a pen?"He asks me and I give him a strange look passing him one from my pencil case. 

"Here is my school email, so if you get lost or need anything just shoot me an email!" 

As he passed the paper to me our hands touched slightly and I could tell he was nervous 

"Thank you-" I get interrupted by a crowd of students at the door in which we are still standing in.

"Oii, Mr D already giving the hot new teacher your phone number, at least give us a chance with her first!" a young boy in a navy blue school uniform yells.

For a split second, we turn to each other blushing, although he wasn't giving me his phone number the premise was still the same. He hands me a piece of paper with his email and a hand-drawn smiley face on it and we both go to our classroom to get ready for the day.