Chapter 10 Job At School
Sarah
When I arrived at the office, breathlessly, it was 2:30, ten minutes before classes started. I couldn't help but sigh with relief.
My school isn't just the first, it's the best in the city. Every year, many students strive to be accepted. Because it's a good school, with good conditions and a good attitude. Of course, the rules have become stricter.
It was difficult for me to find a job at school, and I faced many difficulties. Now that I have one, I'm determined to give it my all every day. This job means a lot to me; it's not just about earning money, but also about responsibility, independence, and building my future.
After Shawn humiliated me and kicked me out of his house, I finally managed to find this job. I do everything I can to hide it from him. His threat still echoes in my head: "If anyone in Manchester gives you a job, I'll get you out."
I was a fourth- and fifth-grade high school teacher and was also the head of the fifth-grade.
"Please open your textbook to page 85. Today, we will be analyzing an ancient poem. The teacher will read it aloud first. Please see the notes below."
Standing at the podium, I lowered my voice and said quietly, "Close the turtledove, on the island by the river…"
"Teacher, the students are so cute…" a pure and sweet boy suddenly interjected, interrupting me.
Suddenly, the entire class burst into laughter, turning to look at the source of the sound.
Tony lazily rested his hand on the table. The sunlight streaming through the window made his beautiful eyes squint, and he read word by word: "on an island by the river, a slender teacher and good students..."
The laughter in the classroom grew a little louder. I couldn't contain myself. A helpless smile appeared on my cheeks, and I exclaimed, "Tony!"
"Teacher, how can I help you?" he asked, narrowing his eyes and twitching the corners of his lips.
When I approached, I stood next to him and lightly pinched his ear, as if in punishment: "You'll go to my office after class."
I was truly helpless: "Tony, could you please stop making a mess in class?"
"Teacher, I think I was very smart..." he smiled and frowned, "My life is too boring. I always need to have fun. What about the Christmas gift you promised me, Teacher?"
"You remember better than anyone. I've prepared all the Christmas gifts I promised, but only if you promise I'll ask for something."
"What conditions?"
I sat at the table. "I've been the principal of the 3rd and 5th grades at the high school for 6 months now. I haven't seen your family come to every parent-teacher meeting. Be sure to come to the parent-teacher meeting tomorrow. Be sure!"
I emphasized the word "be sure" over and over again.
He leaned against the table and touched his nose, "Teacher, it's a bit complicated..."
"If it's complicated, then forget it. Go back to class and prepare for the lesson, and then there will be no Christmas presents." In short, I picked up a pen and began preparing for the lesson.
"Alright, Teacher, I promise you a gift..." He agreed.
I smiled contentedly, pulled out the gloves I had prepared, and handed them to him: "Here, Merry Christmas!"
Reaching out, Tony fingered the white wool gloves and frowned slightly with displeasure.
Naturally, seeing his displeasure, I extended my hand to him: "Give them back if you don't want them.”
Hearing this, his mouth dropped open and he took a step forward.
Bending over, he suddenly tugged at my hand, which had fallen to my side. I was stunned and unable to recover. His warm, soft lips touched my palm, which felt hot and itchy.
"This is a gift for the teacher..."
He, pretending to be a French gentleman, let go of my hand and left the office, his eyes shining.
Until his figure disappeared, I didn't return to my thoughts. The touch on my palm was still there. Fortunately, there were no other teachers in the office; otherwise, it really was!
‘My older brother hasn't returned from the United Kingdom. Let my older brother come. By the way, I'll pass on a message to my older brother. If... If he doesn't come, I'll turn the world upside down and seek life and death...’ Tony mumbled.
Early morning.
I got up at six o'clock because I had to prepare for the parent-teacher conference.
It was a cold winter, and it was still dark. Through the window, I could faintly see the branches swaying in the chill wind. It seemed the weather was about to change!
Christmas was in two days, but there hadn't been any snow this year, so the weather was bound to change. Holding a glass of warm water, I stood by the window, pondering.
I picked up my scarf and bag and left the apartment for school.
The parent-teacher meeting is at ten sharp.
The parents had already sat down, and there was only one empty seat left. I bit my lip slightly. Could it be that Tony's parents hadn't come?
I was about to find him, but turning around, I involuntarily jumped up. How could it be him?
Asshole, Shawn Romano was wearing a white shirt and a camel coat slung over his arm. He seemed in a hurry, but at the same time, he looked a little lazy.
His deep eyes involuntarily slid over me in front of him, slightly stunned and profound, and he quickly hid it from the others.
As he approached, he merely glanced at me, passing by as if I were a stranger.
My heart was still pounding, and even the list in my hand was trembling slightly. How could I have imagined that he would be related to Tony?
Honestly, the enemy's path is narrow, but the world is not small. Why do you run into him so easily? Now, I will be jobless, fucking asshole is here.
I keep wondering if Shawn has found out that I work here. The thought terrifies me. His words still haunt me, and I can’t shake the fear that he might try to ruin this for me. This job means everything, and I’m desperate to hold onto it, no matter what.
I swallowed the saliva stuck in my throat and felt as if my throat were being squeezed by a fishbone. I took a deep breath to calm myself.
Furthermore, his deep facial features were as perfect as God's handiwork, and his noble and elegant character. The women who were with the children took out their cell phones and took photos of him. Some microblog administrators even posted the photos to their microblog accounts.
Shawn frowned slightly. The crowd furrowed his brows, expressing impatience and irritation, but it didn't happen. His glance fell on me, his thin lips pursed, and his voice grew quiet. "Sarah, hasn't the parent-teacher meeting started yet?"