I was born in 1995 on August 1. Being raised in East Texas. My family was very religious, my father was a Pastor at the local church. Our family was considered the picture perfect family. Mom baked and put together church events, while my brother was in the boys choir and our baby sister played the pipe organ. I was always say in my father's office writing his serums as fast as I could to lazily read for a few hours. As long as read the Bible and could prove. He would leave me alone. It showed through my writing and the congregation really enjoyed the lessons in each one. Although this wasn't enough to satisfy my mother's need for me to be more involved in the church. She pushed my father to make me be the new Sunday School teacher for ages 3 to 10. This is when I found my passion for teaching and being able to make a difference in a child's life, even if it was just a little bit.

As I got older I continued to teach Sunday School while also studying harder in my own highschool years for college. But my faith in the religion my family followed dwindled. Unfortunately that put a major wedge between my family and I. They kicked me out at the age of 17. I had a crappy car that I had paid for with my part time job. I wasn't homeless, my home just had four wheels and I didn't have to pay rent. Well that made life way less stressful. It was easy to save up for college. After working my ass off through school and getting two masters degrees I was finally able to teach. I had to work my way up in order to teach highschool but with some ass kissing and yes man attitude. The department had a spot for History it is a senior class at the school that hired me.

The move to Houston wouldn't be so bad. I'm not leaving behind any friends or family. So no ties to cut or bridges to burn here. Even though I'm in the same state the drive was long and grueling. My new apartment is small, cramped kinda but it works for it just being me. Plus the rent is cheap and the commute to work is only ten minutes. Gotta look at the bright side. I bring in all my stuff into the living and examine the small area filled with boxes before unpacking. The lights in each room of the apartment are dim. The cream colored walls looked dingy. It screamed of depression as I stood in the center of my room.

Nonetheless I am excited to start my first day teaching tomorrow. I’ll be able to decorate my classroom and come up with fun games the students can play to study. Maybe I can squeeze in a couple of movies throughout the school year. A sigh escapes my lips as I realize I have a lot to do this week. That involves unpacking, decorating my classroom, meeting new students and parents. Ugh, I'm already tired just thinking about it but I can do it as long as I stay positive. My body feels achy from the long drive, I stretch my little pudgy arms out towards the ceiling as my legs stretch out as well. Rummaging through the boxes I find my old air mattress and inflate for bed. As my head hits the pillow I set an alarm for 4 in the morning.

“DING! DING! DING! DING!” My phone's alarm shouts at me to wake up. My eyes are heavy and groggy as my lifeless body sits up like a zombie. Slowly creeping into the bathroom to start my morning. After my shower I stare at my self in the mirror.

“You got this. Today I going to be a good day.” I smile at myself as I fling the towel on the sink counter and get dressed. My stomach growls as I make my way to the kitchen to make myself a bowl of cereal. Hopping up on the counter I start to eat while scrolling through my phone. Various videos of stupid things go by till one video catches my eye. It was a news clip from last week about the school I work at. I press play curious as to what happened recently.

“Body of 34 year old teacher Monica Blanch was found in the pond behind Creekwood High. Police have combed over the area and have found nothing of suspicion. Surveillance footage from around the school didn't pick anything up.” The woman seemed cool as stone as she spoke, “ Police are saying this could be a possible suicide. As the victim has no wounds or marks on their body.” The clip ends and I pocket my phone while putting my bowl in the sink.

“That's really sad and crazy to think about.” My mind is preoccupied thinking about the teacher found in the pond. I didn't even notice I was already at the school. The sound of teens talking as the pass my parked car ground me. I take a deep breath and smile big as I get out of the car. “ Time to start the day.”

I easily blend in with the kids as I weave through them. I look for the door marked 104B. Finding the room my hand rests on the door handle as I inhale and exhale deeply before opening the door. Kids sitting on their desks, huddled in the corner talking, playing on their phones and some read. They look at me and go back to what they were doing. I clear my throat as I lay my stuff on my desk. “Hello students. Welcome to World History. I am your teacher Ms. Larson. I hope we can all have a great year together.” I smile as I stand in front of them. “Please sit in your desks and we can all take turns introducing ourselves.”

Some of the kids groan and whine as I simply shrugg, “Or we could do a boring work sheet and honestly I would rather give you a grade because you said your name.” All the students comply with today's assignment telling the group their names and something interesting about themselves. We get to the last two kids, they stand in unison. Their broad shoulders touch as they stand at 6’3. Both had shaggy strawberry blonde hair and light green eyes that held a hint of yellow. Tan skin touched by the sun and their bodies heavily muscular for 18 year olds.

“My name is Hunter Walsh and I'm the captain of the varsity football team.” The one on the right spoke first.

“My name is Wade Walsh and I'm the captain of the varsity lacrosse team.” The one on the left spoke last. Their eyes looked me up and down as they both smirked. Everything they did was in unison and it was honestly freaky.

“Well Miss. Aren't you going to tell us about yourself?” Wade asked.

“Oh? Umm. Well my name is (Y/N) Larson and I'm from East Texas.” My smile is small as I nod.

“Are you single?” Hunter shouted as he held his hand up still wearing that smirk.

“Yes…” I mumble awkwardly as I keep smiling.

“Are you into younger guys?” Wade shot out.

“I really don't think this line of questioning is appropriate.” My voice firm as I stare them down. As they both open their mouths the bell rings dismissing first period. I sigh in relief as I lean back against my desk. The kids say goodbye as they leave out the door.

“See you tomorrow Miss.” Hunter winks as he leaves.

“Can't wait for class tomorrow.” Wade winks at me as well.

I feel dumbfounded as I think about what the hell just happened and it's only first class.