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Also, I have decided to change this chapter a bit. Still experimenting if I'll continue on with this story, anyways, enjoy!
'Please let this be a dream. Please, please, please.'
She walked up the short flight of stairs in front of her. Her destination seemed more daunting with each step, almost stood in front of her mockingly poised in its poorly maintained glory. She could feel the trepidation crawl up her spine as she neared the front entrance.
This wasn't her normal scene, no, this went beyond anything she imagined herself doing. The building held no glimmer of elegance or anything of the usual scenery that came natural to her. Instead she was walking into a cold and destitute building, equipped with unflattering fluorescent tube lights overhead, and dying plants lining each corner of the front entrance.
Taking a quick look at her new surroundings she spotted her next target, given the building was small everything seemed relatively easy to maneuver through. At least she had that going for her, granted, she wasn't sure yet if that was a good thing or not.
Three strides later she found herself walking into the main office. The glass partition was partially covered by the blinds, allowing a smidge of privacy from the hallway. A quiet humming of a radio echoed from inside of the closed doors behind the front reception desk. The host of the seat was too preoccupied with her phone to notice the new intruder standing in front her.
Ahem.
The receptionist- er girl held out a finger and continued to rapidly text away into her little device. She was a lot younger than the usual receptionist demographics, but not one to fawn over age, the girl stood patiently until the receptionist was ready. A little over twenty-six seconds later did the receptionist rested her finger and finally look up from her cellphone with an agitated expression.
"Can I help you?"
"Ah, yes. I'm here for my appointment with Principal Henderson?" The intruder politely responded, despite the rude behavior of the receptionist.
"Name?" the girl was now scrolling through an outdated computer situated in the corner of her desk, presumably checking the validity of the statement.
"Anna. It's Anna Campbell."
"Kay." The receptionist picked up the phone on the other corner of her desk and held a button before grumbling into the line. A second later, she grunted into the receiver and looked up towards Anna nodded to the office behind her. The radio was still humming from behind the closed door, where Anna could make out tidbits about the traffic segment was currently in session. Without giving Anna another glance, the receptionist slammed the receiver back into its place and went back to her cellphone and proceeded to ignore her surroundings once again.
Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, Anna walked around the desk and briskly knocked on a plain brown door. The radio abruptly stopped, and a voice coughed out 'enter' a second later.
Opening the door revealed a man in his late fifties sitting behind a large desk. His hair was mostly salt with a dash of pepper, and heavily thinning out towards the crown of his head. He had bushy eyebrows, coupled with an equally full moustache. His blue eyes sparkled as recognition flooded his features as soon as he saw his first appointment push open his door. Without missing a beat, his thin build stood from his seat and walked over quickly. "Welcome to Forks High," he extended his arm towards Anna.
"Thank you," Anna responded to his overly enthusiastic handshake.
"Please, sit." He gestured for her to sit down on a worn out chair next to her, while he closed his office door. Why that was even necessary was a mystery, given the receptionist was too preoccupied with her phone and the front entrance was still stranded since Anna entered the building.
"So, if I'm correct… you're The Anna, correct?" He questioned while walking back to his desk and seating himself on the edge of his chair. His tweed covered elbows were placed on the desk, and he leaned slightly too forward out of curiosity.
Awkwardly clearing her throat she managed to squeak out a 'yes,' before catching herself and starting over. She wasn't about to seem incompetent by any means, regardless of how out of comfort zone she was currently in. "Yes, that is correct. Am I safe to assume that my boss has already faxed over the necessary paperwork?"
"Yes! Yes, everything's done and accounted for," the principal in front of her excitedly replied. Clearly this whole situation appealed to him greatly. She didn't know the reason, but she particularly didn't care to find out either. "So, you can start right away if you want.-Or any time you would like, I mean, I don't know these things usually work out. I've always thought these things happened in movies only, this is my first time-"
"I'd like to start right away if that's possible," She replied smiling, cutting him off before he could continue with his rambling. "I believe you have all my necessary documents. Correct?"
"Of course! They're right here," reaching into his drawer he pulled out a card and paper. "Here's where you need to go… and here's your student card."
She could feel her heart drop at the abysmal words, but swallowing her pride she forced out a smile and nodded before accepting the papers.
"Would you be needing the school map too? I understand it might not be the biggest building, but we do have lots of-"
"No, thank you. I have already memorised the blueprints of the school, it's best to always be prepared." Anna stood up as she tucked her card into her bag, and held the schedule tightly in her fist. She was eager to get her task down and over with.
The principal mirrored her stance and stood over his desk, eyes beaming with amazement and his hand extended out again.
"It's an honor to have you here Agent Sanders." He smiled proudly. "Or I guess I should be calling you Anna..."
"Anna." she stiffly replied. "In order for this operation to succeed, we require no one to know that we are here. So, Anna Campbell is just fine." The enthusiasm of the old man in front of her made her nervous, emotions were messy for missions. Covers could be blown as fast as a snap from a slip at any given time.
"Of course. None of the staff know about this, not even my receptionist, and she handles all my e-mails." he was still smiling, his moustache spreading out with the magnitude of his smile. "If you do need anything, or need to talk, or anything for that matter, I am always here. No appointment needed." Giving him a final nod, Anna briskly walked out of the office. Not slowing down until she reached the now busy hallway. It must have been close to the final bell.
Holding the schedule up, Anna started to skim through the words to find out her first destination. But before she could make out the words, she was knocked off her feet without warning. Getting grip of the situation, she hurriedly reached out to grab the paper that slipped out of her hand as she fell.
"Students, you need to watch where you guys are going," a voice rang through the loud hallway, before the owner of the said voice reached out in front of her and a grabbed her paper for her.
"Sorry about that, I didn't see you there."
Anna looked up at the voice and before she could respond, she froze.
The feeling was widely foreign to her, she could feel her motor functions pause and she couldn't hear or notice her surroundings anymore. The man in front of her also seemed to mirror her shock and held the same expression as her. His brown eyes were wide, yet the intensity was pulling Anna in. Without noticing Anna leaned towards him, both their eyes firmly planted on each other. Taking- no, drinking the sight of the other in, using their eyes to touch the contours of each other's face, memorising each feature, flaw, everything.
He was… beautiful. His black short hair was messy and fashionably unkempt, and his chiselled jaw line was taunt from his countenance. Everything about him sent heat into her, she could feel her heart swelling from the feeling.
"Mr. Call. Mr. Call. Mr. Call!" a voice snapped above them, slicing their attention off of each other instantaneously. It was only then when she realised how close was to him. Her face was angled up to perfectly compliment his. They were much too close, and very much in public. Whomever he was, he was certainly not her target and the feeling of losing her control sent a jolt of cold wave through her. Successfully calming her heart, and soaking in her surroundings she faced him.
"Oh, yes. Ahem. Yes, of course." He stood up, holding out her timetable for her to grab. "I believe this is yours, Miss..?"
"Anna," she almost stammered out her real name, but quickly managed to catch herself. Reaching out she proceeded to take the papers from his hands. "Anna Campbell."
His face broke out in a smile as she answered, drinking in her voice, and without skipping a beat he looked like he was falling back into their previous trance. But before Anna could respond and cut their interaction short before she lost her resolve again, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes. His expression sobered up as recognition settled in his eyes. "Anna Campbell? As in the new student, Anna Campbell?"
No. Oh no. Anna could feel her heart squeeze at the question, and fighting a heartbreaking sigh, she planted a smile on her face before answering. "Uh yes, that's right. I'm a new student here."
"I see." His expression turning fully somber at her agreeance, his previous adoring expression completely out of sight. "I'm your History teacher. It's nice to meet you, I'm Mr. Call." He extended his hand out towards Anna.
The previous trepidation feeling engulfed Anna sevenfold this time, leaving her throat dry and parched as the weight of the situation left a strange taste in her mouth. The gorgeous man in front of her was her teacher, and worst of all, was under the impression that she was actually a student.
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