The cooking teacher

Chapter 1 - New School

I stand in the mirror, revealing my pale skin, long brown wavy hair and green eyes. I grab some mascara and delicately smear it over my eyelashes making my eyes pop.

I get a rush of smells hitting me at once, "breakfast" I think to myself. Mum always made the meanest scrambled eggs on toast with a side of grilled tomatoes.

I finish the final touches on my makeup and head downstairs.
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Breakfast
I walk into the kitchen, Mum standing at the stove top with a green apron matching her eyes, making scrambled eggs, she glances at me and says " Good morning sweetie, are you excited for your first day of school?".

I feel like saying "No". But I knew how much effort Mum invested to get me into this school. I'm not only moving schools but also towns, about 3 hours drive from my hometown.

My Mum and Dad recently got divorced , so we both needed a fresh start. Though I could still tell Mum loved Dad. Every Time I asked about it she said "it just wasn't working between them" , but things were going so well! It's hard not to jump to conclusions.

I've been telling Mum how excited I am about going to a new school, because it would break Mum's heart if I said what I really thought.

"Breakfast is ready" she says.

I grab a plate and dish out Mum's famous scrambled eggs on toast, this is one thing Mum looks forward to.

She loves cooking with a passion. She can whip up amazing dishes ranging from Appetisers to Desserts.

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School
I stand at the front gate. I take a deep breath and walk over the school boundary line.

I take my Nike bag off my back and put it onto my tummy giving access to the front of the bag. I unzip and grab my timetable to see what I have first.

"Cooking" it reads

I've always been passionate about cooking, Mum and I used to always cook together before Dad left. I remember Dad always saying that I should be on Masterchef.

I try to erase that memory out of my head. I had so much fun with Dad but now I don't know what to think. We're all those memories fake? Did he really believe I could be on Masterchef?

I shake it out of my head and walk through the blocks trying to find the cooking room.

BG3 it reads.
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Cooking
I walk through the door and eyes all across the room glance at me.

"You must be Mia" says a very handsome guy at the front of the classroom, he has jet black hair, fair to tan skin and grey eyes. I assume he's our teacher by the way he overpowers himself over everyone.

"Yeah, that's me" I say

"Do you have an apron and leather shoes?" He says

"Yeah I do." I say back

"Very well then, we were just about to cook". He says

He points to a bench with one petite girl with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes.

Once I reach the bench, she says "Hey! I'm Caroline".