The English Teacher (Paul McCartney)

Part 1

Sun illuminated the empty classroom via old dusty windows, each pane of glass containing a layer of filth, smudged with fingerprints and dirt. A musty scent from the old building could be smelt throughout the room, and the sun giving off warmth made the smell enhance. Dusty books littered old wood shelves, damaged with water and age only added to the characteristic of the classroom. Empty desks lined perfectly across the college room each contained a small layer of dust, as the school year was just about to begin and these desks hadn't been touch in just under three months.

Mr. McCartney, also known as James Paul McCartney, rummaged through his jacket pocket, searching for the keys he hadn't used since the end of the previous school year. His black hair was disheveled, and his beard unruly. Clearly he was unready to start the school year in just a few days. He finally grabbed the set of keys he was searching for and used them to unlock the door to his classroom. The door swung open, revealing just how bad of a state his room was in. Dust particles floating in the sunbeams suddenly moved with vigor as the gust of wind from the outside disturbed them. He hadn't bothered visiting over the summer, assuming the janitorial staff was to take care of the dust and grime. He thought wrong.

"Well, welcome back Pauly." A male voice spoke sarcastically, yet enthusiastic, behind him. Paul jumped, quickly turning his head to see his coworker, and long time friend, John Lennon.

"Aye," Paul grumbled before continuing on, "It's much too soon to be back." He spoke as he walked into the room. John followed close behind him, shutting the heavy door. John and Paul had been friends since their teens. John being a few months away from turning seventeen and Paul being fifteen. It took awhile for them to become really close, but finally they clicked and their friendship blossomed into what it is today.

"That's what you think, but another month being away would've drove you mad." John joked, watching his friend wander over to his desk. "You can't handle not being busy."

Paul scoffed and set his leather briefcase down onto the dusty desk, prompting the settled dust to fly away into the still air. He brushed his wavy, disheveled hair out of his face and looked up at his friend, who stood there with a smile; his round glasses perfectly accenting his goofy stature. John also worked as a teacher, teaching music. His hair was down to his shoulders, and he always wore a t-shirt with a goofy saying and a nice blazer to cover. It truly showed his personality. He was one of those teachers that got along with every student.

"Yeah well, I still would rather be at home." Paul retaliated, fidgeting with the gold wedding band on his finger. His wife, Linda, and him had been married for just under three years. They had moved into a beautiful cottage over the summer, and Paul had grown quite accustomed to sitting in the sun room reading his collection of books. Paul taught English, so in his spare time, he was always eager to read and learn. He and John also played in a small band over the summer with their other two friends George Harrison, a counselor, and Ringo Starr, an art teacher. The four of them worked together at the college.

"Who wouldn't." John remarked, sitting in one of the empty front row desks. He swept his hand across the desk, flinging the dust into the air and getting it stuck onto his sleeve. "You should really clean in here."

Paul shook his head and sat down in his old desk chair, opening up his briefcase. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes and set them on his desk quickly pulling one out and sliding it between his lips. He handed one over to John and shared the lighter, both of them taking a drag. He wiped off the dust as best he could before trying to get his desk in order. He could already tell that the year ahead of him was going to be a long one.

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