A/N: I have no Idea how I got this Idea... But It popped into my head and switched itself around... It may have been from a motorsycle going by when I was walking my dog, I remember something like that. I honestly don't know How I think of these.
This is really the first one that naggs me so much that I must write it in order to pay attention for my last week of school (Follow me there?)
I honestly didn't think that I would end up at a place like this for at least a couple more years. I'd hoped not, at least until I was married-which wasn't going to happen anytime soon.
I pulled my silver Volvo into the circular drive and started the search for a parking spot in back. The parking lot was pretty big, for this was the kinda place that would need lots of workers. I finally found a spot in between a Blue mini-van and an older looking red truck.
It was a Saturday, meaning that there was little staff here. After all, this Elementary school's days are on weekdays-Monday thru Friday- so why would there be any students here?
The school was a normal white with an accasional red-brown brick wall. The front entrance way was between two beams that held a little overway at the entrance. It was a very pleseant school with well cared for lawns.
I pushed open the main entrance door and made my way towards the office. The school had paintings and posters all over the walls, no doubt by the children. The thing that caught my eye the most was a glass case. I stopped in front of the case and examined the breathtaking painting within it.
The painting was of an ocean, the tint was almost like a turquoise/blue from how the ocean reflected onto the sandy beach. There were two figures on the painting too. Two figures side by side, frozen in the action of walking on the tanish sand.
"Like that, huh?" a voice came from behind me, ripping me away from my thoughts. I swung around to see a lady with blond hair. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties, at a quick glance. I looked back at the painting before answering.
"Yes, Very much so." I smiled at it. It seemed to pull me in and keep me there. "Who is the artist?" I was also wondering how a school could afford something so beautiful, it must have expensive, but I didn't add that.
"The art teacher here. Miss Swan." the woman answered, proudness clear in her voice. She then looked horror stuck. "Oh, excuse my mannors! I'm Mrs. Bentley." She extended a hand.
"Edward Cullen." I shook her hand as I said this. Realization seemed to hit her then.
"Oh! Mr. Cullen! I believe you are our new music teacher?" I nodded. "I am the fourth grade teacher. May I point you in the direction of the secretary?"
"If you wouldn't mind." I wanted to stare at the painting beside me all day, but not then I also needed to clear out my work schedule. Mrs. Bentley started walking away to my right. I started to follow her hesitantly, but before doing so, I took a quick glance back at the painting.
A/N: Well... I am working on the next part, this is tiny , but please watch out for the next chapter!
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