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"Hello my name is Dimitri Belikov and I am your new P.E teacher."
That got their attention. Each of the students finished their conversation and turned around to face me. Rose was standing next to the girl with blonde hair and the douche with black hair. I looked down at the paper in my hands- it was a list of names. The names of the students in my first class.
Carefully I read through the list of names, making sure to look up at the owner so I could put a face to the name. My mother had told me I was a good judge of character. One look at someone and how they present themselves and I could guess what they were like pretty well. It's a gift.
"Eddie Castile"
A boy with sandy coloured hair responded
"Vasilissa Dragomir"
The blonde haired girl with green eyes.
"Adrian Ivashkov"
The drunk student at the back of the gym.
"Christian Ozera"
Douche.
"Rosemarie Hathaway"
No reply.
I called her name again. Still no reply. I had to look around before I caught sight of her standing silently with her hand up. Look away Dimitri, I told myself. Look away before you start to drool. My thoughts were ever so rudely interrupted by the faint smell of cigarette smoke. I frowned and looked around until I detected the source of the smell.
"Mr. Ivashkov, put that cigarette out at once." I told him using my scary voice.
"Yeah whatever, when I'm dying because I can't have my baby- you Mr Belifucker are paying for my funeral." Great I have a smoking and drunk idiot in my class.
After his tiny rant I continued with the lesson. Firstly, I made them run around the gym for five minutes and then made them do drills for the rest of the lesson. When the extremely high pitched bell rang the students rushed out the gym to get changed. Rose how ever came up to me and before I could ask her what she wanted she handed me a piece of paper, then she left.
Written on it was a message "Good Luck. You are going to need it. They never did tell you what happened to the old P.E teacher- Mr Nagy. Let's just say it wasn't an accident."
Great I'm mentoring a psycho. A hot, sexy one at that.
As I sat down on my bed after my first lesson I looked through Rose's file once more. One thing stood out that I had missed.
Refuses to speak.