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Post by slytherindreamer on Jan 16, 2008 21:10:34 GMT -5
Rose walked into the office of the new school she had started teaching at. She walked over to the coffee machine, and gave a heavy sigh. I love kids, I love to teach, so why does this seem so hard? Rose thought, as she sipped her coffee. As she stood up, she heard footsteps coming her way.
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Post by Bai on Jan 26, 2008 11:56:54 GMT -5
"Stupid brats...Stupid, stupid crayons," came an angry mutter as the door to the office swung open. Most say teachers become teachers because they like kids, if they didn't they wouldn't have taken the job. Abby on the other hand, well no one is sure why she even considered the job, much less took it. And no one includes herself. Then there was the fact she had her cousins kids in her class (reason number one she drinks), and the mystery why she stayed got slightly bigger. Still grumbling angrily, being careful not to curse because several eyes were fixed on her, she plucked a crayon from under her sleeve and thrusted it in to the metal waste basket, causing a loud ding as the crayon hit the bottom. Sadly the school had rules about no acohol here, which Abby didn't get at all; teachers NEED acohol. How ELSE do they survive? So coffee was all she could have. As she made her way to the coffee pot, she grabed, or rather snatched, a plastic cup from the counter, just now noticing Rose infront of her only savior. "Er, could you move?" she asked, somehow managing to keep her voice calm, though there was some anger in it, but suprisingly not much.
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