All eyes were on me like a hawk watching its prey as I made my way down the aisle and to the front of the room. I tried not to make eye contact, holding my head high with confidence, but I faltered and let it drop a bit as I glanced at how many students were in the room. It was no wonder why they had to pick people to help out. I mean this class was required, but it was like the whole college was in this one class!
Alright, it wasn’t that big, but it took a toll on my confidence as I stopped in front of a big whiteboard and podium. Was I supposed to stand in front of the podium or behind it? Did I have to use it at all? Maybe I could stand on the side of it? Question after question ran through me, making me quite confused as I started to turn around and then it hit me. They were either my age or older, making this situation a whole lot worse.
How could I teach kids older than me? Didn’t they know more?
They were all quiet, making my hands clammy. I was second guessing myself and it felt like they were all judging me the way they watched my every movement, waiting for me to screw up so they could make me feel like a complete idiot.
Remembering my first days of school back when I was still in high school, I turned and wrote my name on the whiteboard. The noise of the marker squeaking against the shiny surface filled the room. I honestly had no clue where to start as I capped the marker and looked up at the board. It was weird to see ‘Miss Ross’ instead of ‘Avery Ross’ or just ‘Avery’.
As I turned around again, I cleared my throat, finding it hard to swallow as two hundred eyes stared back at me. I felt like an ant and they were giants, ready to ruin me in one swift movement, but as I scanned the rows of students I noticed a girl with curly red hair, writing something down.
‘Great.’ I thought to myself. ‘They’re already writing notes about me!’ I mean I hadn’t even said a word! I rubbed my lips together, feeling the stickiness of the lip-gloss that I had decided to add to my lips on top of the lipstick I had put on earlier to make myself look older.
Glancing at the clock I realized I had only wasted about three or so minutes. I still had over an hour of class to do something, but what? I hadn’t received any information about the class other than when it started, what room it was in, when it ended, and what it was called. I internally groaned at how stupid I was to not ask any questions when Alpha Andrews had asked me. Still looking around, my eyes caught onto the same red haired girl who was writing something down earlier. She was holding up a piece of paper and my eyes narrowed in on it, reading what she had written. There was only one word.
Attendance
My eyebrows furrowed and I looked up at the students.
“They do attendance in college? What professor actually cares if the students come? I’ve always heard that they don’t give a shit and how the hell am I supposed to do that with like a hundred kids in the class?!”
I wasn’t expecting an answer or anything, but I was responded to with a loud laugh and soon others followed suit, laughing at me. The once quiet room was now filled with laughter of all kinds. My mouth shut rather quickly. Was there something on me, something behind me? I looked behind myself rather quickly, but noticed nothing out of the ordinary.
“What are you all laughing at?” I questioned, finding my voice. It actually came out rather demanding, like a teacher.
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Down Boy
Hombres LoboAvery's life hasn't been anything spectacular. She graduated from highschool at the age of sixteen and from then on, life was normal. Well, that was until she was chosen for a teaching job by the Alpha himself. Not knowing what to do, Avery took the...
