AN////// this is my first story. I'm extremely nervous, so if any more experienced authors would be willing to give me advice it would be greatly appreciated. Thanks so much!

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That morning had seemed normal…at first. It was like any other average Tuesday morning; I got up, drank a cup of coffee, showered, got dressed, and entered the monotonous abyss that was Forks, Washington. I got to the high school where I was a Home Economics teacher and that's when my life began to change.

Oh God, I completely forgot today is the job fair. I sighed asI pulled into the parking lot frantically looking for a space close to my classroom. I am so late it's not even funny. I looked to my right and noticed an exceptionally shiny Volvo, the silver paint causing the rare sun of Forks to violently glare off of the vehicle, momentarily blinding me. I slumped in my seat. Those damn lawyers and doctors who come here every year always have the best cars. It's as if they're rubbing it in everyone's face that they make almost three times as much as the normal teacher or even a freaking pilot for that matter. I turned off my truck, got out, and roughly slammed the door. I walked to the classroom door and unlocked it, already dreading the events that were going to take pace today.

I am absolutely certain that I have always hated the job fair. In fact I don't just hate it, I despise, loathe, detest it, however you want to say it, I don't like it at all. Why, you ask? I hate it for the simple reason it makes me feel lower than I already do. I have never been a positive person, especially about myself. I wouldn't exactly call myself pessimistic, I'm just a realist. I don't believe in unreasonable things and one of these unreasonable things is that I would or could ever be anything more than plain Ms. Swan the home economics teacher from a small town no one has ever heard of . My lowly feeling deepens every year when these aforementioned lawyers and doctors and firefighters and all of the other magnificent heroic job occupants all congregate here in my classroom and talk to my students all day about how wonderful their jobs are and how well they are paid.

I walked into the empty classroom and slowly made my way over to my desk, making sure not to look at the sign-up sheet with the names of the people that will surely make my day a living hell. I yawned. It's going to be a long day.

I started to go through papers that needed to be graded, sorting them out into neat piles. That's when I heard it. It was the voice of the man that would be the death of me.

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Ok I'm so happy I actually started this. This is just a prieview chapter. I'm sorry it's so short. The chapters won't be this short. I promise. So, did you like it? Hate it? Suggestions? Please review!