I'm The Teacher » M.L.E

The Beginning

Okay so I published this with more than it has now. And I spent like a good an hour or so. And it doesn't show. So when I retune this it might be funky but I'm trying my best to get word for word when I updated this.
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Adriana POV.

        This is first day to new town. Ever since I left the empty, little town that was home to me. But after the accident I wanted to do what my mom always knew what was best for me. She always knew. Being the single mom that she was. She knew better and wanted everyone to do their best. She was and still is the most strong and beautiful person I've ever met. I moved after the accident that she was in. Sadly she didn't make it. But the other driver did. I miss her so much. But there's nothing I could do to save her. Which makes me angry now.

But enough of me, it doesn't matter. You shouldn't care how I feel. As I like to say;it is what it is. It's always suppose to evitable. Nobody should worry about me. My mom already did that, I don't want body else worrying about a worthless mistake.

I grab my keys from the desk, just so I won't forget when I get there. I've been trying to look for new jobs around my area. And I've stumbled upon a few but they weren't what I really wanted to do. I walk out to my room and into the balcony. The apartment that I live in is enough to for me. I can't really spend a lot of money. Since the money is from my mom, and we weren't the richest people. But she made sure I had food and clothes. Which I'm so thankful for. And this apartment is enough, I have a roof over my head and that's all that matters to me.

The cars pass so fast, it feels like time slowed down. While I stay behind and watch them last. But I'm used to feeling this way. Because at the end of the day we are humans. And we are equally the same. Today have a interview at the school I went when I was little. It wasn't the best school but it wasn't a bad school. The teachers didn't know how to do their job. They have a different teacher for each subject. Which was cool, but it gets boring.

I look at my desk that's filled with papers, and some aren't even done being written on. They aren't moving, they stay their lifelessly just staying at one spot, well until I move them. That's probably what my mom felt. As if she couldn't move or change. Until someone told her or took care of her. Yeah I could hear her cry at nights. Even though she closed the door. I could hear her crystal and prayers. It's my fault that she had to hold back what she loved. I stayed in the corner of my pink walled room. Hearing her, it hurt hearing her cry because of me.

My counselor wouldn't enjoy me having these thoughts and memories.

Yes I have a counselor or therapist, whatever you like to call it.

I don't really go to them now since I could control them now. But she would handle me if I'm mad or sad.

I drink the coffee that was still in my hand. Even though I don't like coffee it wakes me up. Most of the time wouldn't mind drinking coffee but today wasnt the day. I grabbed my coat from the couch were i left it last night. I lock the door and ready to get this interview over with since its a -1 out of 10 chance I'll get into it.

I go through the lobby seeing the door man that i usually see everyday, but i barely leave this place, since I have no friends in this place I used to call home.

"Hey Adriana, How are you today?"Charles said as i walked out the building getting into the Uber drivers car.

"I'm getting there ya know?"i said grabbing my purse from him. When did he grab my purse?

"Oh okay have a nice day Ms. Perri." He said giving me a small smile. I tell the driver my destination and he starts the timer for the ride.

I watch the drivers pass with the people walking. They all either have a briefcase on them, or a smile that makes their eyes wrinkle. It could be fake or not. And that's the thing that scares me. Someone came make themselves look like they have everything figured out. And then they can make themselves look sad. You could either trust someone so easily by the way they show themselves to others. And I guess that's why kids or adults get hurt from others. Trust is a big thing that we can either learn from or not.

"Uhm mam' we are here. Is everything okay?"The driver said.

I look around and the see the familiar doors that I dreaded going through.

"Uhm yeah I'm fine. Thank you."I said handing the man the money. He smiles at me then looks away. He doesn't seem that old. Maybe around his 20's.

"Have a nice day."he says starting to leave. I turn around to the see the tiny building that holds memories I love and hate.

"Here goes nothing right?"I sigh taking a deep breathe. Smelling the cold and smooth air.

AUTHOR:
Hey sorry for the short chapter but this is only the beginning. I promise to anyone who's reading this that I'm gonna have a commitment to this book since I have SO many ideas. I won't let you guys done this time. I promise. Most of you hate me which I understand. I still love you though *insert smiley emoji* Well go to go. BYE.