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miss abrams

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Miss abrams had told everyone that the week before the summer was going to be her last day, however this wasn't true. In reality her "new job" didn't end up hiring her so she ended up coming back after the summer anyways.
I mean, Of course she was nervous at how some people in her class would react and you could tell that immediately.

With her being your favourite teacher, you took a stand and decided to be extremely nice to her (despite the fact she'd 'left you' to go to another school weeks before.)

You just sit there patiently waiting. Waiting for her to look over your way so you can send her a sweet - sweet smile full of gratitude, which in hopes would bring her some source of comfort.

A few minutes later and she's sat in her chair and has placed her bags down behind her desk.
She takes a deep breath in and scans the room, your eyes meet and of course you send her that smile you promised, she sends an equally comforting one back. Her shoulders relax as they were very tense before, which causes you to relax yourself. Realising that she now knows someone in the class is going to listen to her.

She reached over to her computer and logs in, realising that it's been blocked by the school and hasn't been rebooted yet from when she left, she calls out "y/n?"

Your ears prick up at the sound of your name, "yes?" Miss Abrams holds up her hand to her forehead for a moment possibly cause she has a headache or something, while you sit longingly for a question. "I uhh ar-are you still logged in to the classes?!" she replies, stumbling over her words slightly.

Her eyes stare into yours as if she's searching for that last bit of hope, "oh yeah I am, do you want me to get the register up or something?"

Her eyes light up, she leans back and places a bright smile on her face, it lights up the whole room ; she then calls you over to her, you do exactly that. reaching over and grasping your hand in hers, she pulls you onto the chair as she pushes herself off of it. "That's exactly what I want you to dooo" Miss abrams exclaims with a sigh of relief.

"ahhh you see I could read your mind" you hold a finger to each side of my temple and pretend to mind read her making her laugh.
"Mmm yes I guess you did, okay come onnn I've gotta attempt to get this lesson started through all this chaos" she points around frantically at the class, giggling with glee.

You remember something she used to say all the time and repeat it back to her "oui oui", you hold out your hands and gesture towards the computer.

Miss abrams jokingly shakes her head back and forth laughing then proceeding to talk to the class about why she's back, of course some people laugh at her but many (including you) felt bad as they knew how much she wanted that new job. Words can't describe how you felt in that moment watching her feel like a failure but she put up a wall to block herself from crying, forcing a smile.

A couple minutes pass by while you try log in and get the register up, you struggle to find where it's located but manage to find it eventually. "Here miss, here's the register"
she's looks at you longingly.

"oh god thankyou, thankyou thankyou thankyou" she repeats over and over again until you're back at your seat.

Someones kicking the back of it but at that point nothing mattered other than making this day as easy as It could be for her so you ignore it to the best of your abilities.

The class went how it usually did ; people were throwing pens about, drawing all over their books, disrespecting Miss Abrams. And now it's nearing towards home time. As a last minute decision, once everyone had filtered out of the room, I ask miss abrams what she's up to afterschool. She explains how she's just going to be unpacking her classroom and how she will probably be at the school until really late.