"This world will never be what I expected.
And if I don't belong, who would have guessed it.
I will not leave alone everything that I own.
To make you feel like it's not too late.
It's never too late..."
- Never Too Late - Three Day's Grace
The bell rang, signaling the first class of a completely new year. My senior class which I have been teaching since they were freshmen left, leaving me a new set of seniors. I had been an English teacher for ninth grade, and gradually as the years came by taught the rest of the grades. It happened that I had most of the same kids for four years straight, and I missed them, sort of. I sighed when the thoughts of my co-workers were unwelcome again.
'Mmmhmmm so yummy! I could just take a bite-' The secretary, Gwen Powell.
'Not a wrinkle! Same face plastered for seven years! Freak' Living Environment teacher, Robert Sane.
The usual going around, females of all ages swooning over my looks once again. Some of my students were already imagining giving me an apple and providing 'extra credit'. I shuttered. Disturbing really, these children were completely graphic. Jessica Stanley was playing with her pencil, putting it in her shirt to derive my attention. Ew. Some other students filed in, wondering where the teacher was. Must have not gotten the memo. Their teacher was a one hundred twenty year old freak.
"Alright class, I'm glad you all found your seats with friends. It won't last for long so enjoy it. This is your senior year, so I won't lecture you of the rules because you've already heard them. This year we will-" I began to tell the students the same old thing, my mind wondering to when Alice and I will go hunting. Surprisingly, the entire class had eyes on me. A first. The Stanley girl raised her hand, trying to look what she thought was sexy. It took all that I could not to laugh. Poor girl.
"Yes, Jessica?" I said politely, she melted at the fact I knew her name without a list.
"Will we be reading 'Both Side's Of Time' this year?" her question took me off guard.
"I wasn't planning on it, why?" I was curious, her mind not giving me the answers needed.
"Ms Wooden promised us last year that we would be, and I've been wanting to read it ever since" Ah, interesting. This teacher was a hopeless romantic, no wonder she promised her students such a tale. I knew the story briefly, and thought about it. We didn't have much to read for this level, so why not?
"Perhaps that is a good idea, I know you all just LOVE a romance novel, am I right?" I smirked in sarcasm. The boys groaned while the girls gushed by the sound of romance on my lips. I laughed.