'Blacky, Michael?'
'Here Miss'
'Scott, Jennifer?'
Silence.
Miss Sally Britt peered around the dull classroom with her steal grey eyes as she called out the names of her home class. It was the start of a new term at White Front High and unfortunetly for Sally everything just wasn't going her way. Firstly her breakfast had been burnt yet had tasted completely uncooked, her straightner had burnt her ginger hair, the heating had decided to die and make her shower freezing, the traffic on the way was terrible and now she had a student missing - well possibly just late. But her best friend, Kathryn Hicks, claimed that Jenny was never late for school. The poor girl seemed to be fearing the worst but Sally just told her not to worry.
'Kathryn please just go to next class, I'm sure she just got stuck somewhere or is late - everyone has a bad day at least once.' Sally smiled kindly to the teen as she gently guided her out of the room. Kathryn sighed in a defeated manner and dragged her small feet to her first class.
Sally flipped quickly through her daily schedule and noted that she didn't have a class until second period. Slinging her satchel over her shoulder she walked out into the dim hall, her heels clicking gently on the cold floor as she headed towards the staff room. Pushing open the door she noted that only the English teacher, a Mr James Anderson, was present. He was leaning casually against the small wooden table holding a cup of coffee. Sally felt her breathe catch in her throat - he was gorgeous. From his tall stature, mysterious grey eyes, dark hair and muscular arms. James noticed he was being analysed and looked up at Sally. He smiled revealing straight, white teeth that seemed to gleam in the light, like on those silly toothe paste commercials on TV.
'Hey there!' he walked over to her and extented one strong and tanned hand towards her. She gripped it with her small pale one and shaked it twice firmly, 'hi, um yes i'm Sally Britt,' she said breathlessly all the while still gazing at the man like a adolescent teenager. God, she thought, he just screamed sex in Sally's opinion. Sally and James where making good conversation when the dance teacher, Vivian Lex, strode in wearing short shorts and mearly a piece of material than a actually top. Just because her job involves lots of activity doesn't mean she must flaunt it, it made Sally angry how that air-headed woman would flirt with James - she really wanted to hit the damn bitch!
Apart from the trauma of watching Miss Vivian flirt with James and other co-workers all day, her day hadn't been that bad. As she through her keys onto the kitched top she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. It was then that Sally noticed a breeze about. She turned to see her window had been broken. She quickly glanced around the room - nothing was taken. Maybe some kids just broke it by accident. The boys next door where always playing baseball and had broken her windows on many counts. She would go over tomorrow and ask, it was far to late to go over now. Feeling tense by all the things that she had been draged through she grabbed a half full bottle of red wine and had a glass. Sally drained the whole glass in one go before setting down on the couch. She felt a little odd, as though her whole body was slowing down. Her eye lids became heavy and she could feel her heart struggling to beat. Sally tried to get up but she couldn't get herself to move instead she fell back uncerimoniously onto the couch - dead.