Chapter 1
Sue stood at the assembly in front of all of McKinley. The new freshmen look lost as ever and the older students seeming as bored as ever. "Good morning. Normally we don't do this but we have to because we have to introduce a new teacher." Sue explained. "Mr Bay is a first time teacher so just be nice. He's the new art teacher and will be supervising the art club as well as art lessons." She states plainly. "If you see him around you will mistake him for a student at first because, he's shorter that most of you." Sue laughs evilly to herself. "You are dismissed." She finishes. The students filter out leaving just Mr Scheue.
"Sue, can we at least discus glee-"
"No!" She interrupts. "I'm sorry Will but the New Directions didn't get the Nationals trophy I asked for… My hands are tied… Glee clubs over." She states.
"Where is the new teacher anyway?" Mr Scheue asks, defeated. Sue shrugs.
"Hi, um Sue Sylvester?" A short young man asks. He's wearing skinny black jeans and a candy stripe shirt. Sue turns to him.
"Ah." She begins. "You must be Alfie Bay. We would have met in person but I had to make a quick trip to New York." She tells the new meat.
"Yeah. I was just wondering where the supply room was for art, I couldn't find it in the room, well at least in the open cupboards." He says shyly but manages to have a confident beam on is face that Sue finds annoying. "Hi, you must be Will Scheuester." Alfie smiles holding out his hand to the other teacher.
"Yes, nice to meet you." He responds, grasping his hand and shaking it firmly.
"The last art teacher put up posters in front of the door of the supply room and locked it so student wouldn't keep taking the equipment from it." Sue informs him. The newbie nods his head in thanks and rushes in the direction of the art room.
The hallways are swimming with students and noisy with all the conversations about what everybody did over the summer break. Alfie wanders in the teachers' lounge with a cookie and a coffee looking around for a space to sit down. He spots Will, Emma, Sue and Shannon on a table and a spare seat. He makes his way over slowly and nervously hoping high school won't repeat itself again. He tries not to think about it and puts on his brave face, aka smile like an idiot and hope they don't reject him.
"Hey, is anyone sitting here?" He smiles pushing his glasses back on his fave with the hand with the cookie in it. 'Bad idea dickhead…' He thinks to himself as some cookie crumbs fall into his eyes, 'Smile through it, you can fix it once your sat somewhere.' He tells himself.
"No, take a seat pumpkin." Shannon warmly welcomes. Alfie smoothly slides into his seat and wipes the cookie crumbs out his eyes once his placed the content of his hands on the table.
"Hi, we haven't met yet." He smiles holding his hand out to Emma. She smiles back warmly accepting the shake.
"Emma Pillsbury-Scheuester, I'm the school councillor." She informs him. "How has your first day gone so far?"
"Yeah, found anyone you wanna kill yet?" Sue adds on swiftly, earning a scowl from Emma shortly after.
"No, and yeah it's been fun seeing all the different sort of medias the students use. I guess a little aggravating when they say they can't draw and things along those lines, but proving them wrong is gonna be the best part of this job." Alfie smiles warmly at the other teachers. Will examines the teacher once more noticing a silver ring hugged to his marriage finger, which was wrapped around the coffee mug.
"You're married?" He blurts accidentally. Alfie looks confused at the teacher, then it dawns on him what he means, he switches back to his smile and answers him.
"No, I'm engaged, but we're not actually planning on getting married for a while." He informs him. "Maybe not ever…" He mutters to himself, the other teachers notice the pain behind the smile that he quickly hides away again without missing a beat. "Sorry you guys don't mind if I do work for a sec?" His head dropping to one side questioning. The other teaches shake their heads and nod for him to get along with it. With his answer, he slides his hands into his leather sactual, taking an A4 sized sketchbook back out with them. He places the collection of pages on the table. He pulls a pencil, with the words NEW YORK printed across, from the mess of soft light brown hair which was spiked stylishly above his head. He flipped to a half-finished pencil drawing of a tiger. The young man takes to curving the pencil around the page to fill the outline of the creature in a deeper, darker tone slowly. His muscles slowly tense and retract as the drawing slowly glides closer to finishing.
The other teachers stare in amazement as he clearly is doing this image from memory as he doesn't have a secondary source, and most certainty does not have a primary source, to draw from.
Alfie leaves early murmuring something under his breath; no one could quite make it out, leaving the other teachers to talk about him behind his back. "So why did you tell everyone to be nice to him?" Emma asks. Sue smiles.
"Were you paying attention to him at all?" She asks as if they were meant to notice.
"Well yeah, he's a bit… odd," Will evaluates.
"That's exactly why. He has learning disabilities, he's bipolar and he has obvious family problems." The words aggravate the other teachers as she puts it's as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"So why did you hire him?" The question remained unanswered as Sue got up and walked away, leaving her co-workers guessing.
Leave a comment on your thoughts J! Plus I wanna see who you guys think his fiancé is, pretty please :p
