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All the teachers crammed into one of the science labs for the
mandatory faculty meeting. Sitting on the tall stool next to posters of
Marie Curie and the periodic table felt surreal. I hadn’t been in this room
for at least twelve years. Not since I’d been a junior taking advanced
Coach Hurley, the school’s shorts-in-November-wearing ex-Marine
athletic director, sat in the corner with his arms folded, complaining halfheartedly about having a staff meeting right before the holiday. A few
others pretended to agree, but they didn’t fool me. As much as we might be
looking forward to the long weekend, we all wanted to be here.
Our group of teachers was close-knit. A small faculty for a small school.
And because it was the only high school in the district, we didn’t have the
constant change-up and churn of staff many larger districts experienced.
Seven of those present had been teaching at Coleman Creek High when I’d
attended, including Mrs. Allen. She’d been my favorite teacher back in the
day. Now, she was a trusted mentor.
I chuckled quietly as she finished her analysis of last night’s episode of
The Bachelor from the table next to mine, “…and that Bryan is a total
smoke show, as the kids would say. I’d climb that man like a tree.”
“Mrs. Allen!” exclaimed grumpy old Mr. Bailey.
“What?” Her eyes twinkled. “There are no students.”
He hmphed, and I smiled. Even though I’d been working at the school for
over four years, I had trouble viewing Mr. Bailey as a colleague. As far as I
was concerned, he was still the history teacher who’d once given me a C on
a paper about the Civil War.
Principal Nadal stabbed angrily at his computer, muttering about
PowerPoint. This meeting would clearly not be starting on time.
I checked my watch, wondering why James hadn’t shown up yet.
Just as I was about to text, his large frame slid into the seat next to mine.
“Hey,” he said, slightly out of breath, reaching up to adjust the slouchy
beanie on his head. I knew there was a messy man bun underneath. He
almost always wore it that way, although occasionally it was down or in a
“Hi.” I tilted my head. “In a rush?”
His face reddened slightly beneath his neat brown beard. “Nah. Just
annoyed. Fel Torres wanted to talk to me about an assignment. Apparently,
if he gets anything less than an A, I’m under some sort of magical
obligation to let him re-do it.”
“Hmm. I know he’s tough, but the parents are ten times worse. Hopefully
they won’t start calling.”
James had only been at the school since August, when he’d moved to our
small town in eastern Washington from Seattle. It was his first teaching job,
so he was still learning the ins and outs of parent/teacher politics. At
twenty-eight, he was also the youngest faculty member, since his birthday
came one month after mine.
But he appeared unfazed by Fel’s antics. “As it happens, I was planning to
offer all the students the opportunity for a make-up, so it works out.”
“Good news for them.”
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