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Dare To Love Again

Chapter One

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Ana's POV

October 30, 2015

"Trick or Treat," Theodore and Phoebe Grey both say to me with their Halloween bags open while looking up expectantly. They are the last in line to get their candy.

"Wow, you are one awesome looking pirate," I tell Theodore as I give him a few mini size bags of peanut M&M's. It was the only candy he put on his Halloween wish list.

Yesterday, I had my class decorate their own Halloween bags with the types of candy they would want inside. While the other kids had lots of different candy, Theodore decorated his entire bag with nothing but peanut M&M's. So I made sure to get him some.

"Yes," he exclaims happily as he runs off down the hall to catch up to the class.

"And you are my pretty little Cinderella," I tell Phoebe as I give her a few of the nerds and sweet tarts she asked for.

"Thank you, Ms. Steele," she smiles up at me before she hurries off.

Half way down the hall Theodore, or Teddy, as he likes to be called, stops suddenly, runs back, and gives me a big hug.

"Thanks Ms. Steele," he says to me.

"You're very welcome, Teddy," I tell him.

He grabs hold of my arm and gently tugs me down so that he may whisper into my ear.

"I know you are supposed to be a wicked witch, but you are still pretty," he tells me before he runs off to the playground to participate in this year's Halloween parade.

I let Sandy, my TA take the class out on the field so that I may finish recording grades into the computer. Parent/Teacher Conferences are in two weeks and I need to get grades in on time.

Every parent has already confirmed their appointments to meet with me except for Teddy and Phoebe's dad, Mr. Christian Grey. They both assured me that they gave him their appointment letters for him to sign and that he said he would come, but I find it very inconsiderate of him not to let me know.

I remove my big black witch's hat and get to work. Being a second grade teacher at a private school wasn't my first choice in careers. I always wanted to be in publishing, but the opportunity presented itself and I needed to leave Montesano, so I took it.

Now it has become something I love. I had no idea when I took this job that I would become so invested in the children. I try not to get attached to them, but it has proven to be quite difficult. At just twenty two, I feel like I have fifteen seven year olds.

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"Ana you're still here," Ralph, from buildings and grounds, says entering my room.

I frown looking at the time and it is fifteen after five.

"I'm leaving now," I tell him, quickly getting my things together. "I totally lost track of time."

"Have a good weekend," he tells me and I laugh.

"I don't know about that," I tell him. "I 'm taking a speech class tonight and it starts in exactly one hour and I just know I'm going to be late."

"Well maybe she'll give a fellow teacher a break," Ralph tells me.

"I sure hope so," I tell him as I rush out the door.

I decided to take a course in public speaking at Seattle Community College. I have always been shy and I dread speaking in public, not very good traits to have, if I plan on continuing my career in education. I am taking steps to improve myself starting with this speech class.

My friend Charlotte took the course last semester and she was raving about how great the Instructor, Ros Bailey, was. I figured I would give it try since it's only on an hour on Fridays.

I make it to class without a moment to spare and I take the last available seat right in front of the professor's desk.

A moment after I sit down a man comes in and makes his way to the desk a few feet from where I am sitting. I frown at him wondering what happened to Ros Bailey who Charlotte said was a beautiful red haired woman. He looks at me, taking note of my frown and his eyes darken. In response, I quickly look away cursing my shyness.

"Good evening," He says, speaking loud and clear. "Ros Bailey, who normally teaches this class, had a family obligation and she asked me to take over for her this semester. My name is Mr. Christian Grey. You may call me simply, Mr. Grey."

Mr. Christian Grey!

Crap!

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