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Jack Lassen #1

You worked at Springfield elementary school. You had the pleasant job of fifth grade teacher. It wasn't always sunshine and roses, but you were hard-working and determined as a teacher, and eventually saw good progress with students. You had been in the job for years now, and had gotten to know the school staff as well as the rest of the school faculty, such as superintendent Chalmers, Principal Skinner, miss Hoover and the other teachers who taught the different classes and grades.

One class that saw it's share of teachers was the fourth grade. Ever since the beloved woman, Mrs Edna Krabappel had sadly passed away, an array of different people had taught the children of that class. The current fourth grade teacher, you heard, was a man named Jack Lassen. Now you had never really seen him, but he noticed you and he was quite enthralled with what he had seen. You both had never actually had the chance to talk, but that was soon going to change.

You had turned up for class early the next morning, very early as even most teachers were still on their way to the school. The halls were quiet, so you took advantage of that fact and sped through them, down to your class. You underestimated just how quiet though, as you crashed into someone. Not just anyone. A certain teacher who had his eye on you.

"Look what you've done! You've made me spill my coffee! How careless and inconsiderate" He retorted as he looked at his soaked clothes.

"I'm really sorry" you quickly apologised. "I really didn't see you"

He was focusing on his wet clothes at first, but after hearing your voice, softened up. "Oh well, a genuine mistake" he said with a smile. "I'm Jack Lassen" he introduced himself as he put out a hand for you to shake.

You soon realised that this was the new fourth grade teacher. You took a moment to see what he looked like. He was quite tall, and well dressed with brown hair. Quite attractive. You thought to yourself, despite the scar on his face. You snapped out of your train of thought as you realised what an idiot you were beginning to look and shook his hand. "Oh, sorry. I'm so ditzy today" you laughed.

"It's quite alright. And your name?" He asked, though he already knew it.

"Oh, I'm (y/n) (l/n), I teach the fifth grade."

" Ah! And I teach the fourth. Soon the children from my class will be joining yours. There is one I'll be glad to see the back of"

"Who's that?" You asked, genuinely curious to know who it was.

"Bart Simpson"

" Oh that little scamp" you chuckled. "He's a good kid really"

" I very much doubt that" he rolled his eyes.

"Hmm. Well I must get back to class. Nice to meet you!"

" The same goes for you. I hope to see you again" he said with a charming smile.

"Me too" you said as you walked off, and you genuinely meant it, though you didn't realise how soon that would be.