𝐌𝐬. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧

𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐭

"𝐌𝐒. 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍!" One of her student's yells for her to call on them as she asks the class for the answer to the math question.

"No calling out Austin, remember," Quinn playfully scolds her student, his green eyes glimmering with impatience and mischief.

Before Quinn knew it, the school day was over and she was packing up her belongings to head home. She was more than happy that she didn't have to stay back at the elementary school for professional development.

Quinn landed her job at Ridgewood Elementary for the Gifted a little over a year ago. Being one of the youngest black educators in such a prestigious district deserved more than normal bragging rights.

Ridgewood Elementary- actually, Ridgewood's entire school district was home to all of the elite nepo babies there could possibly be. Prim, proper, and pristine were the simplest adjectives you could use to describe the collection of schools.

These school buildings looked like they could be Ivy League college campuses.

With state-of-the-art facilities, a rigorous academic curriculum, and diverse extracurricular activities including the arts, music, sports, and clubs, it was guaranteed that any students who attended any schools in the district would have a boosted rate of success in higher education and beyond.

But let's not forget the shitty human beings these kids have as parents.

From world-renowned surgeons, top lawyers, and government officials to A-list celebrities, these kids' parents were complete and utter atrocities if we're describing their personalities.

But we'll save that for another time.

Quinn had moved to Ridgewood at the same time she had applied for a teaching position, fortunate enough to have an abundance of cash saved up to cover bills and other expenses while she was on the hunt to secure her spot in her career.

Waving goodbye to those in the main office after clocking out, she scurried through the parking lot and got in her all-white SUV, a gift she had gotten herself after her position was solidified.

"High- heels on my tippies!" Quinn sang along to FTCU, finally able to let loose after the class filled with five and six-year-olds almost tore her a new one.

Don't mistake her exasperation for annoyance though., She loves her job, but who doesn't get tired after a long day of doing something they enjoy?

Continuing her mini-concert session, about twenty minutes later she arrived in the driveway of her two-story home, a smile already crawling on her face at the thought of her bed which she missed dearly.