Your Eyes Speak the Truth

(This story takes place a couple of years before the movie, During the time that the school was still running. Please excuse any mistakes that I make regarding the story. My memory's not that good. This is my first "Avatar" story so please bare with me. I hope you all will enjoy it! Disclaimer: I do not own "Avatar" or any of it's characters. They belong to James Cameron.)

Diary Entry 1

Earth: March 12th

I had just sent the children off to the bus and car ramps to await their parent's arrivals when I sat down at my computer screen to check my inbox for my rejection letter. A few months prior, I saw a documentary about the special school being built on the planet Pandora. The goal of the school was to teach the natives, the Na'vi, to speak English and to gain their trust so that humans could work peacefully among them. The story instantly struck a cord with me. While the drillers were taking habitat away from the Na'vi people, this school and the scientists who created it, were giving something back to them…knowledge. In the hopes that this would bring peace. I couldn't help but hope that this plan would work. Two years before this entry, my fiancé went to work as a hired marine at the drilling base. His job was to protect the workers from the natives who wished to stop the work. There was some sort of attack and a Na'vi arrow found it's mark in Joey's heart.

Most people would acquire a deep, seething, hatred for the people responsible for the death of their loved ones, but not in this case. I have never hated the Na'vi for what they did. As I see it, they were only protecting what is there's, there home. I never agreed with the company's work in the first place.

In fact, I had only grown more curious about the Na'vi people.

After I watched this documentary, I began to dream about this beautiful place, Pandora, every single night. I thought about it constantly. Then, for no particular reason at all, I began to do research on the natives and the company's work on the planet. As I scoured the internet, I came across a help wanted add posted by the company. They were in need of more teacher's for the Na'vi school.

I sat at my desk and stared at the add for a good thirty minutes, I know. My finger bounced excitedly on the mouse. Should I or should I not? What could it hurt? I quickly clicked on the link it gave me and I sent an email to the scientist in charge of the program, Dr. Grace Augustine. Once I sent it, I sat back in my chair and laughed at myself. This was so stupid. Why the hell would they hire me? I'm just a kindergarten teacher for crying out loud! I was no scientist. I doubted she'd even read my whole email. She'd probably just delete it the moment she saw that there was no Dr. before Ella Singleton.

I knew it was hopeless, but that didn't stop me from checking my inbox every hour or so for a reply.

Today, I logged on like usual and clicked on my inbox, expecting to find a bunch of junk mail and online dating advertisements. Instead, I saw that I had received the email I'd been waiting on for so long. My eyes bulged at the sender's name. Dr. Grace Augustine.

My hand shaking uncontrollably, I clicked on the email and read it slowly.

To Whoever This May Concern,

I would like to inform you that your request for the teaching position at our school has been accepted. Normally we would not hire someone without a scientific back ground, but we are currently extremely short handed. You are a kindergarten teacher so I trust you won't mind working with the youngest children. I must warn you that this job will be very time consuming. You will have to move to Pandora immediately so that you can be prepared for the assignment. The training itself can take upwards of six years. Let me know if you are still interested as soon as possible. If you are, I will send a shuttle to pick you up.

Sincerely,

Dr. Grace Augustine.

Six years is an awfully long time to devote to something so bizarre as this, but it only took me a moment to make up my mind.

I accepted the challenge.

I quit my job that afternoon. I would miss my kids, but I felt like teaching the Na'vi children was so much more important. For the first time in a long time, I was truly proud of myself.

Three days later I was on a shuttle to Pandora.