Chapter 116: First Day
*Just remember, it doesn’t matter how bad the day sucks, you have to stay at school. It’s the bad part of being the teacher. – Dixie*
Morning classes pretty much went exactly as she had expected. The majority of the students had been in her classes last year.
She was still a little confused about how there was no order for the history classes. It was why she had seniors in American history that had already completed their government and world history. And in the same class, freshman that knew nothing past the general and state history from elementary and middle school.
Class discussion could range from having to explain the types of government to the consequences of WWII. She loved the dynamics. And she loved seeing the look of understanding as something finally clicked.
Between second and third, Priscilla dropped off a McDonald’s bag and drink. Her conference period was after lunch, which was good because she was still going into a food coma after lunch. The nurse told her to come lay down if she needed to. Ten minutes before class was over, he woke her up.
Priscilla was in her homeroom and last class, which was government. Evie had taught government in Texas, but not last year. A summer course at the University and she was ready to teach government to the future leaders of the world.
When she had told Law that she would be teaching it, he had doubled over in laughter. “These kids are going to learn government from someone who is in polyamorous relationship, which is illegal in this country, enjoys being whipped, while not illegal it is frowned upon, and whose family owns sex clubs, which barely skirt being legal. These kids are so fucked.”
She couldn’t help but smile as she thought about that conversation as the students for her last class began to file in. There were lots of comments about the room makeover.
As had been the case for the other classes, several groups gathered in front of the wall with First Day written on it. Camille had decorated it with some of the chalk that Evie had. She had liked what the teen had done and stopped at the store to get photo booth props.
Once home, she ordered props for every holiday and event she could think of. She even ordered custom props of the school mascot and football helmets. Then she got with the art, newspaper and yearbook teachers. It didn’t take long for students to be stopping in between classes.
The bell rang and Evie called for everyone’s attention.
“Those of you who were in class with Miss Lowery last year, prepare to sing her song. If you don’t know the song, I promise, it’s easy to learn.”
She had just finished speaking when the door opened and Priscilla started to come in. Before she could say anything, a quarter of the class chimed in together.
“Sorry, Miss, newspaper.”
Laughing, Priscilla sat the Cookie Jar bag on Evie’s desk before going and sitting beside her friend and in front of another Saints child. He was wiry and a little nerdy. She was pretty sure that he was Werewolf’s son, but couldn’t think of his name. Colton. Or maybe Carson.
“I’m not giving free grades for this.” Evie clarified.
“Just think of me as your personal doordasher.” Priscilla replied as her teacher pulled out a box of the signature fried potato slices. Too thick to be chips and too wide to be fries.
“Oh. Yeah. And you brought me ketchup.” She said as tears flooded her eyes. Looking at her stomach she ordered the twins “Stop all this, I can’t keep crying over junk food.”
Evie wiped her eyes and then stood up and walked around to the front of her desk, taking the box with her. Leaning against the front of the desk, she devoured a potato slice.
“Let’s get everything out in the open.” She sat the box down where she could still reach it with her good hand. “I am engaged,” she wiggled her fingers on her left hand as it rested in the sling, “and I’m pregnant with twins. Yes, I am also the teacher that got shot over summer. Next week I start physical therapy, so it’s quite possible that I will have to leave early during some of our classes.”
A girl in the front of the class raised her hand and smirked. She looked oddly familiar but Evie could not place her. Shoulder length brown hair and sharp green eyes with a beak like nose, rounded cheeks, plump lips and light olive skin. She was not beautiful, but certainly pretty. Her full chest trim waist and what appeared to be long legs under a floor length blue maxi dress just completed her girl next door look.
“Sorry, I don’t think we’ve met. Can I get your name?” Evie asked.
“Caroline Davis.”
And with that, two questions were answered. Why she looked familiar. And who her problem child of the year would be.
