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Rachael Chapter One

By Saitek.

(Mf, Underage, Rom, No sex)

Okay where do I begin, some will say, and I agree, that it's often best to start at the beginning, so here goes.

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At the when these events happened I was 26, recently finished Teacher Training College and looking forward to my first full year in teaching. For much of the previous year I'd been teaching at local High School, under the watchful eyes of my department head.

But with the start of this new school year I was now firmly on my own, the new class of first years (I guess that would 8th grade in the US) would be my responsibility. As there year teacher I would take the role each morning, handle sicknesses and absences, look after pastoral care and do the general duties expected of teachers throughout the ages, at least before sending them off to their morning classes.

As the new school year began I stood in the main hallway of the school and watched as the older pupils came through the doors on the way to their individual classrooms.

Most looked excited to back with their friends, talking quickly as they caught up with the things that had happened during the summer months away from each other, though as to be expected there were a few looked as if they'd rather be anywhere else.

As the older kids trickled out of the hall, usually following the gentle ministrations of their teachers, I was left with the other teachers who in charge of the induction of this years new class.

Gradually a trickle of cars began to pull into the parking lot, a long with a large line of anxious looking 11 and 12 year old and their even more emotional parents, worried about their children and their new "Big School."

I watched, along with the other teachers as the school prefects led the new pupils and their parents to the schools large Assembly Hall. Every now and then giving an anxious parent a smile of reassurance and an "I'm sure they'll fit right in."

All the while trying to control my own nervousness, as the moment when I'd be flying solo, or at least teaching solo slowly, at least to me, crept closer.

At 9.30 the main doors were shut and a small number of prefects took their seats, ready to escort any late arrivals to the hall. I followed the other teachers and listened to the head as he gave the usual speech. And I have to admit that I only had one ear on him as I fretted about my new class.

"We are all at your disposal, at any time, so feel free to bring your concerns to us." Carried on the principal.
"We want to make this change as easy on our pupils as possible 3;" I tuned him out as I tried to arrange some sort of opening speech to my class. Concerned about making a good impression with the kids.

Even new to the job I was well aware that what I would say what directly affect how the children treated me from that day on.

Too open and easy going they'd soon think I was willing to take anything from them, too harsh and closed they'd soon become unwilling to bring their problems to me. So while to principal carried on speaking I tried to calm myself.

When the speech was over the children followed their parents back to the main hallway, and I watched from the side as a hall full of emotional mothers, and fathers, said goodbye to their children, to which many responded with "Mom don't" or "I'll be okay."

Leaving them behind I walked to my classroom, newly decorated with last year's class projects and various history related posters and paintings, did I mention that that's the subject I taught (along with P.E.), and sat behind my desk waiting for my new classes arrival.

Looking at the class notes, role book, homework monitor, pupil notes for those unaware, I noted again that though the class was technically for second stream pupils (those deemed good or able students but not the most capable) the majority of the class was made up off pupils who's test scores where marginally below the first stream. In fact most where no more that a point or two of the top stream.

A knock on the door pulled me from my reading, I stood and called "Come". The door opened and one of the school prefects entered the room.

"I have your class sir."

"Okay, tell them to come in and take a seat."

The prefect turned to the children lined up at the door and repeated my instructions. The children slowly entered the room most looking around at their new classroom, while others got together with their friends from primary school and selected small groups of desks to set in.

When the kids had settled, with me slightly startled and how quietly they'd entered the room (I was expected a mad rush for tables.) But I suppose they where all a little cowed by their new surroundings.

"Alright everyone, welcome to my class. My Names Mr. Patrick (I resisted the urge to write it on the board)".

I looked at their faces as they looked questioningly at me, waiting for some instruction from me; I think that was the thing that most frightened me during my early years in teaching, their total reliance on me for instruction.

"Okay I guess the first thing we need to do is introduce ourselves, nothing to personal, but maybe our names or if we have any brothers or sisters. Just to help us all to get to know each other." I look around and spotting a boy sitting at the end of the front row, "How about you start us of, and we'll go down the row from their."

"Me sir?" At my nod he began. "My names Ben Childers, I've two sisters and a brother 3;"

"Younger or older Ben?" I interrupted.

"My sisters are younger, but my brothers in third form." He quickly sat down.

"Okay next."

I watched as the each pupil in the class stood told me their names listed their siblings and quickly sat down, while trying to memorise the faces. Not too easy in a class approaching thirty.

"Terry Watson, One brother, he's five."

"Chloe Nugomo, two sisters, one younger, one older."

"Kathryn McKlenan, but everyone calls me Kat, two brothers and they're both older.

"Paul Orbs, no brothers or sisters."

This went on for a few more minutes each student getting up and addressing the class. Even from this simple exercise (which I learnt the year before from the History Department Head, Karen Wilson) I could already tell who the forceful personalities would be in the class, and who the shy ones would be.

For instance I could tell that Kathryn, or Kat as she insisted, would be the center of attention in the class. Simply because she didn't seem daunted by standing up and talking, hell she seemed to enjoy it.

When they'd finished I looked around the class and counted heads, but while doing this I stopped after noticing a little girl sat at the very book, slouched in her seat almost as if she didn't want to be seen.

"What about you? You haven't told us anything yet have you?" I said after pointing to her.

Looking around to she if there was any chance that I was pointing at someone else, she slowly rose from her seat.

"Rachael Jakobs, no brother or sisters."
The little girl sat down again, brushing her jet black hair from her eyes as she did so, making a mental note to try and get her to set further forward (I didn't want to overlook her in the future, I wanted all the children to take part in class) in the future.

"Alright why don't you all get into pairs, I've a little game to get us all a little more acquainted."

End of Chapter One.

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