My teacher. | l.s. [Rewrite]

The new teacher

"Harreh!" I heard a loud Irish voice calling for me through the entire hallway.

I turned around after closing my locker and was met with my best friend who was running towards me with a wide grin.

"Hey, Nialler." I smiled at him as he stopped in front of me. He leaned against the lockers and crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"What do you say about going out on Friday? We haven't been out in ages." He whined pouting childishly.

I just groaned and walked over to the bin to throw away a crumpled paper I have found in my locker.

"Come on, Haz. We can just go to the pub and have a few drinks. It'll be fun." I turned to him and looked at him with raised eyebrows. Don't get me wrong, I loved going out from time to time, but the problem with Niall was that he always got too drunk and I always had to take care of him and couldn't enjoy the evening.

I was just contemplating whether I wanted to take Niall up on his offer or not when our other best friend approached us with quick steps.

"Alright, lads?" He asked and Niall greeted him happily. Then an idea hit me.

"Liam!" I exclaimed.

"Yes?" Liam looked at me questioningly.

"Do you want to go out on Friday?" I said quickly, smiling at him innocently. If I would tell him now to take care of Niall when he'd be drunk then he wouldn't come so I stayed silent and just hoped he'd say yes.

"Uh, yeah. Why not?" I internally patted my back and suddenly I was even more excited for the weekend.

"Whicked!" Niall cheered just as the bell rang. He literally jumped all the way to class and I wondered again- just like every other day- how someone could have so much energy especially when it wasn't even nine in the morning.

"This kid, I swear." Liam chuckled beside me and I joined him, shaking my head amused.

We had all met in fifth grade and been best friends ever since. Now we were in our last year of high school and everything went great. We were pretty popular- not the kind of people who everyone drooled over when we passed, but we got along with almost everyone- and the teachers and classes were fine. School wasn't the worst, at least not our school.

We entered the classroom and sat down in our seats in the third row. To my left sat Liam and to my right Niall. Since we've known each other we had almost every classes together and this year wasn't an exception- not that I was complaining though.

As we waited for Mrs. Robinson, our History and English teacher, I started scribbling in my notebook. I actually liked these subjects, but Mrs. Robinson was a grumpy old lady who hated children. I didn't even know why she had become a teacher in the first place, but whatever. After half an hour our principal entered the classroom and all the students turned silent. There was no chatter or laughter or even the rustling of papers as we all waited for him to say something. Mr. Walker didn't seem happy, in fact he seemed stressed and a little sad as he leaned against the front desk supporting himself with his hands on the surface.

"Good morning, class. Unfortunately I have some bad news. Mrs. Robinson sadly passed away last night unexpectedly. The school will hold a memorial service in the gym hall tomorrow. Please come and pay your last respects to her." He paused for a moment and allowed us to process his words.

I felt so guilty for thinking bad about Mrs. Robinson a few minutes ago and a knot formed in my stomach at the thought of the woman passing away all by herself. The main reason why she had always been so grumpy was because she was lonely. She had no husband or children, she didn't even have a cat or anything like that, as far as I knew.