The last of my students walked out of class after grabbing some assignments. I shut the door and breathed a sigh of content. The first day was not as bad as I thought it would have been. I walked back to the board and erased the drawing of a manticore, which was pretty impressive. That was probably why I loved mythology so much because seeing every detail in each drawing and painting was just breathtaking. I dropped onto my chair glad I didn't have another class. I grabbed my bag that held my lap top in it. I opened it to start on my lesson plan for the rest of the week, but that really didn't take me all too long to do. I still had about 20 minutes before school actually got out.
I got up and walked out of the classroom ready to memorize every inch of the campus in that 20 minutes. I heard there was a lacrosse field so I decided to start there. I wandered around for a bit before reaching the doors that led outside. After that I walked around the outside of the school till I finally got to the lacrosse field. It looked like the team is in the middle of practice. I went towards the bleachers to sit and watch. I then spotted the man who I assumed was Coach Finstock, from earlier today.
I walked up to him, "Um, hey. I wanted to thank you for earlier. I didn't mean to blow up in your face like that I was just a little on edge that I might be late on my first day."
He dropped the whistle from his mouth, "Huh, oh right. Yeah no need to thank- Greenberg! What did I say last time?!"
I slowly backed away towards the bleachers. Heading back to the bleachers, and soon felt a familiar pair of eyes on me. I searched through the team till I saw a pair of red eyes on my form. I felt my eyes glowing again in response. Scott's glowing figure stood at attention. Next to Scott I saw another player who looked in my direction and then he began to flail like an idiot. Stiles. Well now I know that I can always easily identify him if I need help. I chuckled to myself and then grabbed my phone when I realized that I didn't have it. Damn. Why am I always forgetting the most essential things that I need to survive on. You would think that for someone so smart, i wouldn't be as forgetful. I stood up and walked back towards to Coach Finstock.
"Hey, Coach do you know what time it is?" I questioned.
He glanced down at his watch, "2:50."
"Thanks" I started off in the direction I thought I came from.
"Tate!" Coach yelled after me.
"Yes?" I turned in confusion.
"You're going in the wrong direction," he stated as he pointed in the opposite direction I was heading.
"Oh," I rubbed the back of my neck nervously. "Thanks again."
I marched off in the right direction this time. I still could feel Scott's eyes on me and another set of eyes, which I could only assumed belonged to Stiles. I managed to find the door that I had taken to get outside the school. I started to walk in the direction I had come from, but unfortunately I got lost... again. Shit, I thought I memorized these halls. I saw the twins from earlier with their ice blue glowing figures that seemed relaxed. Considering if I don't ask for directions now, I'll probably be lost forever in these never ending hallways. Might as well ask them.
I slowly made my way to them, "Hey. I'm pretty new here, but I'm as directionally challenged as they come. Can you guys possibly help me? I'm a bit lost and I'm trying to get back to my classroom."
"Sure. I'm Ethan by the way," Ethan said with a smile.
"I'm Aiden. Aren't you that new teacher?" Aiden said with a slight smirk.
"Yes I am. I really don't know my way around this school quite yet," I replied.
"So, what's you room number?" Aiden asked
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Teacher My Age
FanfictionChris is a young teacher at Beacon Hills High, with a dark past that she can't quite remember. She meets Derek, Scott, Stiles, and the rest of the pack. They help Chris unlock her past, and break out of her shell. But little do they know that unleas...