Short Stories

Soulmate: Teil Zwei (Part Two)

The alarm blared, piercing the content silence that had settled in my room.

I sighed, rolling over and glaring at the bright blue digits.

6:45 am.

Come on, I was a teacher for Pete's sake, I should have been used to the early morning, wake up call shit. Granted, I was eighteen years old in body and apparently in mind. So no, my eighteen year old body was not used to the morning just yet.

In mind, I was perfectly capable of things beyond normal eighteen year olds. I went to college, got my teaching degree, make enough to travel constantly if my job would allow me to do so. I could be married if I wanted to.

All I needed was my soulmate.

I dressed quickly, settling for blue jeans and a button up. The coffee machine beeped loudly, signaling that it was 6:50 and that I needed to finished getting dressed.

And that my damn coffee was ready.

I walked into my living room, snatching up my shoes and slapping the bobblehead that sat on top of my tv. Call me old fashion, I lived for my box tv. It gets BBC and ABC well enough. Sherlock and Harry Potter were all I needed to survive.

I smirked, sticking my tongue out at the bobble before making my way into my kitchen.

The bobble was Edgar Allan Poe, with his black quill held close to his chest and his mad hair, flying everywhere.

I was this close to thinking that my man Poe was my long lost soulmate, but the colour flare wasn't there yet. Damn.

One more time just to check- I looked him in the eyes. Nope. Nothing.

I went over and poured myself a cup of my beautiful addiction -coffee- mixing it into a nice Macchiato and stepping into my comfortable Vans.

I was out the door by 7:00am, with my leftover coffee now safely in a thermos. I was at the school by 7:30am. However, due to traffic, I was five or ten minutes late. Usually punctuality was key.

I taught seniors advanced US History, which was such a fun class to teach. At that time, we were going in depth in the wonderfully gruesome adventures and battles of World War One. Fascinating. I was a freak, I know.

I unlocked my classroom, allowing the usual early students (Martha, Kenneth, Ryan, Olivia, and Frank) in before moving swiftly to unlock my office door and sealing myself in there until 8:00 am on the dot: when my class began.

I opened up my email, ignoring the incessant beeping that notified me of my three unread emails.

I opened the first one. It was an email from Pam, the Social Science teacher, persuading me to get dinner, or at least coffee with her. I politely declined, clicking on the next one, which was from administration. Fantastic, the school newsletter was definitely something I absolutely looked forward too.

The last one was also from administration. However, it was not some appreciation bullshit or another newsletter (I swear, they send those every fucking day), but it was an actual, real email.

Aw, they really do care!

The email I was notifying me that I had a new student named Anthony. Anthony Fitch-Marino. Whoa, what a mouthful.

My eyes flickered over to the clock. 7:45am. Thirty seconds until the first bell rang.

I skimmed through the lesson plan. . Fascinating. There were however some hilarious ones that I decidedly put up around the my classroom after I finished grading yesterday's worksheet. I was such a joy.