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Bella is a recent divorcee, reeling from the abrupt ending of her marriage. In walks a certain green-eyed stranger. Can he convince her trust and love again? Or will she just ignore his advances? ExB, AU, AH
Chapter One: The End
"Hey Bella," my co- worker Angela said to me. She was the art teacher at the mi ddle school that I worked at, Cherry Blossom Middle School. "How are you doing?"
"I'm goo d, Angela," I smile. I look at my computer, bored at my lame job. The grades for my studen ts' latest English tests were horrendous. I can only re-tea ch a concept so many times. "H ow about you? How are things w ith Ben?"
"Oh my gosh, Bells," she gushed. "He proposed. Loo k at the ring he got me." She waved her hand in my face and I was shocked at her newest b ling. It was gorgeous: a large round cut diamond in a Tiffan y style setting. Very classic, just like Angela.
"It's beaut iful, Angela. He did good," I enthused. "Really good. So, h ow did he do it?"
"He took me out to dinner, renting out th e entire restaurant. The wait staff and kitchen made all of my favorite meals and in the final course, he had the ring presented to me," she breathe d. "It was perfect. Just like Ben."
I plastered on a fake s mile, happy for my young frien d. Hearing about her romantic proposal made me sad. It had been a long time since my hus band of five years, Mike, did anything romantic for me. I w as so spaced out that I didn't realize that Angela was askin g me a question. "Excuse me, w hat?"
"Are you okay, Bella?" A ngela asked as she adjusted he r colorful skirt. "You seem a bit off."
"I'm fine," I repli ed automatically. "I'm really happy for you."
"Thanks," she said with a smile. "Are you r eady for parent-teacher confer ences?"
"Ugh, no. I have to me et with my team after school t oday to finalize some things. Then, drama club fun. Thank g oodness my assistant director can start the rehearsal," I s ighed. "Before I forget, can y ou help with the sets and cost umes?"
"Hell yeah," Angela sai d, bouncing on her toes. "I wa s involved in the theater prog ram at school and I loved it. What are you doing?"
"Once on this Island, Jr." I replied. "It's really cute. Can have s ome awesome sets."
"Can I get a script?" she asked.
"Sure. I'll make a copy for you and stick it in your mailbox," I said.
"Thanks, Bells," she sa id, her brown eyes dancing. "S ee you later."
"Bye," I said, turning back to my computer. I needed to input these tests into the computer so they cou ld be sent to the parent web m odule; the online gradebook us ed my school district. We were told that we needed to keep i t up to date as we didn't send home paper report cards anymo re. I finally finished my grad ing and walked down to my team mate's classroom. I was on one of the eighth grade teams. I taught accelerated language a rts. I loved my students, when they applied themselves and m y team was awesome. The other members included Jessica Stan ley who taught the regular lan guage arts students; Tyler Cro wley who taught math; and Emme tt McCarty who taught science and social studies. Out of al l of my teammates, Emmett and I were the closest. He was li ke my dorky older brother even though I was older than him b y a few years.
I was 32 and ha d been teaching in the same di strict since I got out of scho ol. I got married when I was 2 6 to my husband, Mike Newton. He was a manager for a large insurance corporation. We wer e happy for the first years of our marriage. He doted on me when it was convenient for hi m. He assisted me when I had s everal ankle surgeries. I'm a habitual klutz and I've had m ore sprained ankles than I car e to admit. He was a good man, but very cold at times. This cold demeanor wasn't there at the beginning of our relation ship, but it has since transfo rmed in the past few years.
I really noticed it at the end of the school year last year. My position had been drastica lly changed. I had been teachi ng a combination of regular la nguage arts and accelerated la nguage arts in another buildin g, Chapel Middle School. My pr incipal, who for some strange reason, didn't like me, he ar bitrarily moved me to Cherry B lossom where I was going to be teaching all of the accelerat ed language arts classes, trip ling my workload. I was so fru strated with the whole situati on and I vented to my husband. He didn't take the side of my principal, but he didn't supp ort me either. Thankfully I ha d some connections at Cherry B lossom. I was already the dram a director for them and I knew most of the kids and some of the staff. It still pissed me off that it happened, but at least I'm employed.
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