She's my little angel, chapter 1
I rolled my eyes impatiently, following my new boss.
"...and finally, this is the music room, where you will teach all your lessons, your office is at the end."
I immediately snapped a smile on my face when she turned to face me.
"Ta, Mrs N, you really didn't need to show me around, I was a student here for five years."
"I know, now, lunch is at 12:25, you're first class is after lunch, you will be teaching 8th grade, I will leave you to sort things out."
I watched her leave.
I turned and looked around the familiar room filled with keyboards. I was shocked that I'd got the job of music teacher. I wasn't really what you would call teacher material. My tattered band t-shirts, studded belts, eyeliner, drainpipes and worn converse didn't give out the teacher impression.
"Time to decorate," I smiled happily to myself.
*Later that day*
"Yo, my peoples! Come in, sit down and admire the wonderful decorations I spent all morning putting up!" I yelled at the class waiting outside the music room.
They filed in glancing up at the walls and eventually sat down.
"Alrighty then, doodoodeedoo, O.k.... oh yeah! Introductions! I am Miss Turner, but please do not call me that its Lizzie, Liz or L, hmmm, I am your new music teacher, well duh! Anywho, I know squat about you lot so I want you to tell me about yourselves."
I pointed at a girl with brown hair on the front row.
"Claire, you go first."
The class stood up in turn and each said a little something about themselves.
"Well, you guys seem pretty cool, no where near as cool as me but still you're pretty close, so yeah, I know about you guys now so, I'll tell you a little about myself now," I said standing up, "Right, I'm sure you've noticed my accent is a little screwed up, that's because I am originally from England, I moved to California when I was nine years old, absolutely hated my parents for it, but I got over it, I was a student here for five years, I'm 27 years old, and I have an 8 year old daughter, called Rosie Lee, uh, my favourite bands are probably, Green Day and My Chemical Romance, see the posters people, I've been listening to Green Day since I was what, 11 I've seen them in concert, even met them, but that was a long time ago..."
I trailed off, my mind going back to that day, nearly 9 years ago.
I cleared my throat.
"Right, uh yeah, just so you know, I don't give homework, unless it's completely necessary or I decide I don't like you."
The rest of the week went fairly quickly, on Friday I stayed after school for an hour and did some more decorating, considering Rosie Lee was at a friends house, I didn't need to pick her up until 7.
I didn't leave until 5 o'clock. I walked out of the school and headed towards my silver mini convertible when I saw a solitary figure, sitting on the floor, head in his hands. I walked over to him.
"Hey dude, where's your parents?" I asked sitting next to him.
"I dunno, they're usually late, but not this late," he shrugged, "Are you a new teacher?" he asked
"Yeah, I'm Miss Turner, but call me Lizzie, Liz or L," I replied.
There was something freakishly familiar about this kid.
"I'm Joey," he said.
Oh Snap! I thought.
I saw a car drive towards the school. It was a huge black, SUV.
"This your ride Jo?" I asked standing up.
"Yep," he nodded and stood up also.
The car stopped in front of us and the window rolled down.
"Hey, Jo, your Dad says sorry he couldn't pick you up," said the guy in the drivers seat.
"It's ok," shrugged Joey, "Bye Miss Turner."
"No problem and its Lizzie," I replied smiling, "Bye Joey."
I smiled and walked back to my car. I sighed and leant on the car. I'd recognised the man in the SUV, how couldn't I? After nine years, here he was. I turned and opened the car door and was about to get in.
"Hey!"
I turned and saw him jogging towards me. I closed the car door as he came to a halt in front of me.
"Lizzie?"
"You know, I was hoping you weren't going to recognise me," I said grinning.
"...and finally, this is the music room, where you will teach all your lessons, your office is at the end."
I immediately snapped a smile on my face when she turned to face me.
"Ta, Mrs N, you really didn't need to show me around, I was a student here for five years."
"I know, now, lunch is at 12:25, you're first class is after lunch, you will be teaching 8th grade, I will leave you to sort things out."
I watched her leave.
I turned and looked around the familiar room filled with keyboards. I was shocked that I'd got the job of music teacher. I wasn't really what you would call teacher material. My tattered band t-shirts, studded belts, eyeliner, drainpipes and worn converse didn't give out the teacher impression.
"Time to decorate," I smiled happily to myself.
*Later that day*
"Yo, my peoples! Come in, sit down and admire the wonderful decorations I spent all morning putting up!" I yelled at the class waiting outside the music room.
They filed in glancing up at the walls and eventually sat down.
"Alrighty then, doodoodeedoo, O.k.... oh yeah! Introductions! I am Miss Turner, but please do not call me that its Lizzie, Liz or L, hmmm, I am your new music teacher, well duh! Anywho, I know squat about you lot so I want you to tell me about yourselves."
I pointed at a girl with brown hair on the front row.
"Claire, you go first."
The class stood up in turn and each said a little something about themselves.
"Well, you guys seem pretty cool, no where near as cool as me but still you're pretty close, so yeah, I know about you guys now so, I'll tell you a little about myself now," I said standing up, "Right, I'm sure you've noticed my accent is a little screwed up, that's because I am originally from England, I moved to California when I was nine years old, absolutely hated my parents for it, but I got over it, I was a student here for five years, I'm 27 years old, and I have an 8 year old daughter, called Rosie Lee, uh, my favourite bands are probably, Green Day and My Chemical Romance, see the posters people, I've been listening to Green Day since I was what, 11 I've seen them in concert, even met them, but that was a long time ago..."
I trailed off, my mind going back to that day, nearly 9 years ago.
I cleared my throat.
"Right, uh yeah, just so you know, I don't give homework, unless it's completely necessary or I decide I don't like you."
The rest of the week went fairly quickly, on Friday I stayed after school for an hour and did some more decorating, considering Rosie Lee was at a friends house, I didn't need to pick her up until 7.
I didn't leave until 5 o'clock. I walked out of the school and headed towards my silver mini convertible when I saw a solitary figure, sitting on the floor, head in his hands. I walked over to him.
"Hey dude, where's your parents?" I asked sitting next to him.
"I dunno, they're usually late, but not this late," he shrugged, "Are you a new teacher?" he asked
"Yeah, I'm Miss Turner, but call me Lizzie, Liz or L," I replied.
There was something freakishly familiar about this kid.
"I'm Joey," he said.
Oh Snap! I thought.
I saw a car drive towards the school. It was a huge black, SUV.
"This your ride Jo?" I asked standing up.
"Yep," he nodded and stood up also.
The car stopped in front of us and the window rolled down.
"Hey, Jo, your Dad says sorry he couldn't pick you up," said the guy in the drivers seat.
"It's ok," shrugged Joey, "Bye Miss Turner."
"No problem and its Lizzie," I replied smiling, "Bye Joey."
I smiled and walked back to my car. I sighed and leant on the car. I'd recognised the man in the SUV, how couldn't I? After nine years, here he was. I turned and opened the car door and was about to get in.
"Hey!"
I turned and saw him jogging towards me. I closed the car door as he came to a halt in front of me.
"Lizzie?"
"You know, I was hoping you weren't going to recognise me," I said grinning.
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