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Today is the first day of school for everyone in National City. Alarms were blaring through the city silence, at seven in the morning, for the first time in two months. Summer was officially over and it was back to the grind and the same old routine.
But there was one person out there who's life was going to change today when she walks through the doors of National City High school. Their first day at a new school. No one knows who they are. A fresh start.
Lena Luthor. A girl with long, wavy, raven hair which reached down to her lower back, big, bright, emerald eyes which capture everyone's attention, a beaming smile and to top it all off she's tall and slender with the perfect complexion. She holds herself in an upright
You're probably asking, 'Why does someone who sounds so perfect need a fresh start?', well, you thought it, she's perfect and although she is, the world isn't. It wasn't any of her doing that made her need a new life. It was her brother's doing. Her brother's actions were so bad the whole family was looked down on. Without even knowing Lena, people made assumptions about who she was and why she wanted to study chemistry and biology.
For the past seven years of her life, Lena has stuck to reading her precious books and playing with the science kits her parents got her for Christmas and her birthdays. She never had big parties or many friends to invite to said parties. For as long as she can remember the only friends that she had left off of her own accord were her imaginary friends.
But now everything could change. She's young, free and the closest she's ever been to happiness. She has more than just a minimum wage pay, a job, a house to live in, enough money to buy food and to pay for running water and electricity. For the first time twenty-one years, her life seems almost full. And I say almost because the one thing that has no scientific explanation is love, and the only thing Lena wants right now, is to feel loved, to be in love with someone.
She swings her legs out of the thin bedsheets and slams her hand on the alarm clock, which she had allowed to ring multiple other times, before taking any actions to turn it off. Her phone pings and not one-second later the message is on the screen facing towards her, her eyes squinting and taking several seconds to adjust to the change in lighting. She puts the phone back down, yawns and rubs her eyes gently.
Breakfast was the usual bowl of lucky charms and an apple. Fifteen minutes later and she had put her bowl in the dishwasher and is now striding around the apartment in her big, oversized, grey, Yale hoodie from her university. She runs her fingers through her tousled hair and sits cross-legged on the sofa to watch some news before leaving to go to school at 8.
She tugs on a shirt and tucks it into her pencil skirt, pushes her feet into her small heels and straightens out her clothes in the mirror. She looks at the bags under her eyes and sighs deeply. She had been so nervous about her new job the past few days that sleeping was her biggest problem. Pulling out the eyeliner from her makeup-bag, she paces to the bathroom and applies it as neatly and quickly as she could quickly brushing powder on top.
Taking a final look at herself in the mirror behind her door she brushes a few baby hairs out of her face and pins them down behind her ears with bobby pins. She grabs her keys and rushes out of the house the time being 8:05 and needing to be at the school at 8:30.
Thirty minutes later she pulls up in the school parking lot and curves through the whole lot looking for parking. As she was backing up into one a sign caught her eye, 'Teacher parking' with an arrow pointing ahead of her. Curiously and cautiously she drives in the direction of the arrow only to follow three others that led her to somewhat another parking lot with fifty parking spaces, all of them with different teachers names. Although she highly doubted that she would find her name there, she did, it looks freshly painted. She smiles and backs into the parking, happy that she won't have to look for parking every day.
Now the next struggle: finding the closest entrance to the school. She slams her car door and cranes her neck to find the closest entrance. She can see one but it seems quite far. She looks for another minute but gets interrupted by someone. "Hey, you the new teacher?" She whips round to look at them.
"Yeah, is it that obvious?" She asks mocking herself.
"A little, follow me, I'll show you the way in." Lena looks warily at him. "I'm Leonard by the way."
”I'm...Lena."
"She that allures." He states. In an instant, Lena's eyebrows furrow and she pauses in her tracks.
"What?" She questions almost in a whisper.
"Lena in Latin means 'She that allures'. " Lena makes an incoherent 'oh' and doubles her speed to catch up to Leonard.
"You speak Latin?" She asks trying to keep the conversation going.
"I teach it. What are you teaching?" He replies with a smile.
"Well...well, I majored in Biology and Chemistry and minored in English. So I guess I'll be teaching those classes, I need to grab my schedule to check though." Lena didn't usually boast but she took this as an opportunity to get to know someone and for them to get to know her.
"Impressive, I tried to major in Drama but I failed miserably. Walk you to the common room?" Lena nods her head and looks into her handbag to put her car keys in a small hidden pocket.
Just after a few more steps, Lena looks up and marvels at the small, hidden doorway that led straight into the school. She steps warily through the door and opens another that she saw Leonard pass through. Within three more steps, she's in the brightly lit room with all the teachers looking at her. She looks at all the teachers and her anxiety starts creeping in. She was hoping someone would say something. Then finally, after what seems like a lifetime someone does. "Hi, I'm Mr John Smith, I'm one of the music teachers, along with Miss Isabel Adams" Isabel waves at her and gave her an awkward smile before looking down again and continuing to write in a notebook."And last but not least Miss Beatrice Liams."
"Heya." Beatrice says sweetly and sticks his arm out for Lena to shake, she took it happily and gave it a strong and firm shake. One by one the teachers introduced themselves and Lena took it all in, taking a mental note to remember every one of their names and the subjects they teach.
"Well, I'm Lena Luthor, I'm going to be teaching, Chemistry, Biology...and English I think." All the teachers showed sympathy in their faces, some even gasped and took in a sharp breath through their teeth. "What? What's wrong? Why are you making those faces?" She asks quickly. She looks around all the teachers going crazy for an answer.
"You'll be teaching the seniors mostly, class of 2020." Lena's face calms and her body slightly relaxes when Ava Lyons, a P.E teacher started explaining, but she thinks: 'What's so bad about teaching seniors?' And before she had time to ask Ava carried on. "Kara and Alex Danvers are in that year, they've both picked those two sciences and Kara wants to be a reporter so she's picked English too."
"What's so bad about them though?" Lena asks starting to let her anxiety show through the fiddling of her fingers.
"Well, you know how every school has the funny of the funny, the extreme teacher's pet, the jock of jocks?" One of the English teachers asks. Lena nods her head whilst her face is asking 'where is this going?' "They're kinda like the 'Bad' girls of the school." Lena's eyes bulge out of her head and her mouth fell open.
"Well, Kara is anyway, Alex not so much, she's more of the prankster but they're the most problematic." Miss Isabel takes over.
"So they're in all the classes I teach...shit..." Lena says rubbing her forehead.
"That's exactly what I said when I heard that Kara picked English.” The teacher tells her as she raises her eyebrows. "She's not too bad at it, she's pretty good, straight A's, but then again I know her mother so it could be that she's trying to keep in my good books so she doesn't get into trouble with her parents."
"Tell me more about her...please. I need to be prepared for when she walks into my class. And knowing my luck she'll be in my English class too." Lena tells them.
"Put it this way Lena, ignore her and you'll be fine, don't let her get to you and if she does, don't show it, if she pisses you off give her detention straight up, no warnings, show her who's the Boss," Leonard advises.
"Okay seems easy enough," Lena replies with a sigh.
"Oh, here, take this jumper with you." Lena takes it and swaps it from one hand to the other, wondering what it's for and what better way is there than asking?
"What for?"
"For Kara. She's gonna try and pull off her short skirt look like she always does on the first day of every term." All Lena can do is roll her eyes and sigh. It's not like she never heard of the bad girls and bad boys, she actually had a thing for that sort of type at one point, but she grew out of it pretty quickly when she realized they would never pay attention to a geek like her. She put the jumper on her handbag and pulls her handbag onto her shoulder.
"Well then, I am going to go grab my schedule from reception and get to my class asap.” Lena states as she briskly walks out of the staff room a nervous wreck. It is 8:35 and Lena has 25 minutes to be in her class with everything set up. She rushes to the main desk and sees the pigeon holes. Her head is going up and down searching for her name and a few seconds later she sees it. There are a few papers on it and a black laptop. She grabs them and skims through them looking for her schedule which is at the bottom.
She has ten minutes to rush to the science department for her first class, set up her laptop and get her lesson ready. She power-walks through groups of teenagers instantly recognizing the jocks, geeks and mean girls in their distinct cliques. As she makes her way through the halls she recognizes more and more of the high school clique groups but she wonders if Kara and Alex would be together or if they were in different groups or if they're even in a group.
Eyes darting room number to room number. ‘Thank god I came and took a tour of the school during summer’ the brunette thinks taking a sharp left into her classroom and sits down at her desk throwing her handbag onto the seat and laptop on the desk. She checks the time and starts stressing out. There are 20 minutes till she has to start her lesson and she has nothing ready. She goes through her checklist in her mind and calms herself down.
The next thing on the list is to get the textbooks and exercise books. Sighing heavily the efficient new teacher walks out the class again towards the English department storeroom. Once inside she takes a deep breath, smelling the smell of new books, a smell that instantly calms her. Hands roam around the wall for the light switch when her head brushes against something. Grabbing it quickly, she felt for the end and noticed it was a string for the light. Yanking it, the lights flicker on and the room is lit in a yellow tinge. Spotting the exercise books She heads for them and picks up a closed packet of fifty books. Then she searches for the textbooks and counts 25 before sliding them off the shelf into her arms. Placing the red books on top she makes her way back to the classroom.
As she walks into her room, the registration bell went off notifying her that she has ten minutes till students start invading her classroom. She opens her laptop and puts in the detail on the paper, changes the password and connects it with the smartboard hooked on the wall. She opens up paint on her laptop and it pops up on the screen as well. With the special pens of the board, she writes her name on the board in blue and sits back down at her desk as the bell goes and students start pouring into the classroom. Once the flow of students calmed down she looked around wondering which girls were Kara and Alex.