Julia has lived on Nova Island for six years. After the trauma she experienced there, she decided to go home. It's been ten years since her last visit to the small seaside town. She didn't expect to see her arch-enemy sitting in her parents' living...
After talking to the group of women outside the office, I noticed I was ten minutes late for the interview.
It's not good that I'm late. These bloody women wouldn't let me go.
The door opens, and I see Kylie standing next to another woman.
She smiles at me when our eyes clash. "Hey, Julia. I'll see you right now." Kylie leads the way to the office. She holds the door open for me. "It looks like they know about what happened on the island too."
"That's correct. Is that why you want to give me this job? Is it because of the type of person I am?"
A smile spreads across her face. "I've been looking for a teacher like you for years, but I've never come across one willing to put their life on the line to save a kid. When I found out you were back here, I had to find a way to get you to meet with me. Before I sat you down for this interview, I called your references, and they told me that I would be stupid not to hire you on the spot, and I'm starting to agree with them." She looks at the folder. "Did you bring that for me?"
"Yes, I knew it was a proper interview and thought I needed this. Since you called my references before I came, I'm starting to see that I didn't need to bring it."
"Can I look at it?" She grabs the folder from the table and flips through it. She goes through the certificates I have. "You're going to make a great addition to this school. Welcome aboard."
I shake her hand. "Thanks, Kylie."
She pushes her chair out and stands. "I want to show you around the school. Before we leave the office, I must tell you that your class has a three-night camping trip in three weeks, and you must attend it."
That's great. I'll need time away from my family and their drama. It'll also give them to be better people towards me.
A smile spreads across my face. "I could use a break."
She laughs. "I bet it's not the break you need, though."
"Going away with a group of kids will be a change. We had nowhere to take the children on the island except for the beach and walks through the bush, which were many of my student's favourite things to do. Have you planned any day trips with classes yet?"
She shakes her head. "I'm not familiar with most of the places here. Let me know if you know some places the kids can go to, and I'll speak to the school board and see what they think of it."
"Okay," I say as I follow her down the school hall.
She stops in front of a door. "This will be your classroom on Monday. Right now, we have a substitute taking over the class. I'll introduce you to her and then the class." She knocks on the door.
I hear the clicking of heels before the door is open.
A woman with blonde hair and blue eyes opens the door. She smiles at Kylie. "Hello, Mrs. Monroe. What can I help you with?"
"I would like to introduce the class to their new teacher, Miss Harris."
Kylie steps to the side, and I see an old classmate of mine.
She keeps a smile on her face and says, "Hey, Julia. It's nice to see you again."
I smile at her. "You too, Maggie." I step into the classroom with Kylie.
She gains the class's attention and says, "Class, I want you to meet your new teacher, Miss Harris."
"Good morning, Miss Harris." The class says.
"Good morning." I walk around the room and meet some of the students I will teach on Monday.
I can't wait to start working at this school.
Once I've talked to all the students, I walk over to Kylie, who tells me she will show me the rest of the school.
I say 'bye' to Maggie as I leave the classroom.
Kylie showed me the rest of the school, and by the end of the tour, I saw that it was 11:00.
"Thanks for showing me everything, Kylie. I'll see you at 8:30 on Monday." I walk out of the school and head to my car.
When I reached my car, I pulled my phone out of my bag and saw a message from Antwon.
Antwon: Hurry up and get home. Dad wants to tell us something, and I don't want to wait any longer for you to get home.
I'm not hurrying home just because you want me to.
I climb into my car and start the engine. Pulling out of the parking lot, I head toward my parents' place.
As I drive past some mansions, I see a 1969 Ford Mustang in front of a house. Pulling the car over, I climb out and look at it.
The owner, a sixty-year-old man, walks up his driveway and stops next to me. "She's a beaut, isn't she?"
"Yeah, She is. How much do you want for it?"
"Five hundred bucks. I would take it to the scrap metal place and let them have the parts, but that would be great if you want to take it off my hands."
"I'll take it." I pulled the cash out of my purse and gave it to him. "I'm going to call my friend, and he'll be by this afternoon to pick it up."
"What's your friend's name? I want to give the car to the right guy."
"His name is Cole Mason."
The guy writes his name on a piece of paper. He smiles at me. "It was nice doing business with you, Miss."
"You, too." Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I scroll through the contacts until I reach Cole's name. I call him.
Cole: What's up, Julia?
Me: Do you remember our conversation about the 1969 Ford Mustang?
Cole: I could never forget that conversation. Did you find one?
Me: Yes, I paid five hundred bucks for it. I'll send you the address where you can pick it up from.
Cole: Please tell me you're not pulling my leg.
Me: I would never do that, you. The guy said he was going to take it to a scrap metal place and let them pull it apart. I couldn't let him do that to the car.
Cole: Send me the address. I can't wait to see the car.
Me: I will. Bye, Cole.
Cole: Bye, Julia.
I hang up the phone, type the address into a message, and send it to Cole. Then, I climb back into the car and head to my parents' place.
I see my brothers sitting on the lounge when I get to the house.
"Finally," Antwon yells. "Now we can find out what's wrong with Mom." He leads the way into the house.
Liam turns towards me. "Let's go."
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