When I Met Tom (A Tom Hiddleston Fan Fiction)

Chapter Six

My alarm sounded at 6am the next morning to wake me from my deep sleep. I sighed as I turned off the alarm and turned on my bedside lamp. With it begin a Monday morning I wanted to get to the school slightly earlier than normal so I could set up for the morning and make sure I had everything in my classroom for the week ready to go.

I climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to take a shower. The apartment was cold so stepping into the jets of warm water was a welcome feeling. I washed my hair and grabbed the soft lilac towel from the rail to dry myself before wrapping it around my dripping hair. I then put on my fluffy pink dressing gown and my slippers and headed towards the kitchen to make myself a cup of tea and some toast.

By 7.30am I had finished my drink and eaten, dried my hair, done my make-up, put on my favourite grey work trousers with a blue jumper and black pumps with a small heel and was ready to go.

I carried my work bags down to my car, a white Fiat 500, which had been one of my first big purchases after I qualified as a teacher and got the job at the school. That and renting apartment I was living in. I drove down to the school, which only took a few minutes to drive. It only takes about ten minutes to walk it, and normally I would walk, but as I normally have quite a few backs to bring in on and Monday and take home on a Friday, I tend to drive on those days and walk the rest.

When I got to the school I unloaded my bags and carried them up through the reception area, buzzed myself into the main building and went through to my classroom.

I turned on the lights and placed my bags down on one of the tables. The caretaker had clearly been through already as the heating was already turned on and the chairs had all been taken down from the table tops where they go at the end of each school day.

I began to set the tables up ready for morning reading activities, writing the date up on the whiteboard, along with the day’s plan for the children to follow:

Register
Reading
Maths
Playtime
Snack and weekend news
Literacy
Lunchtime
Art
Home time

I was so busy getting things prepared that I didn’t hear my classroom door open as my teaching assistant came in. When I turned away from the board she made me jump.

‘Morning, Charlotte,’ she giggled, ‘sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.’

‘That’s alright,’ I said catching my breath, before joining her in her laughter, ‘good weekend, Dani?’

‘It was alright, we didn’t do much. The kids wanted to go swimming so we did that and had lunch at Nando’s. That’s about it really.’

‘How are Mia and Kian?’

‘They’re good. We found out Kian got a place at the high school next door so we’re happy about that. Mia’s just getting on. I don’t think she likes her new teacher. She wishes she had you again.’

‘Thanks brilliant. Aww, bless her.’

I had Dani’s daughter Mia in my class the previous year. She was a lovely little girl, with this amazing head of thick, curly blonde hair.