After two heavenly months of no school, just staying home and hanging out with friends, the break was over, sadly. You were starting to see 'back to school' everywhere with school materials all around. What a nightmare.

Finally, it was the day. The first day of school. You were looking around in the hallways, feeling long just like the other students around you. Your first period teacher was... you looked down at your paper. Jonathan Jones. You have heard of him.

You heard that Mr. Jones was a pretty nice teacher and that he was calm too. You also heard that he was just ten years older than you. You just hoped that everything went well.

After asking other teachers where Mr. Jones' classroom was a million times, you finally found it. Nervously, you opened the door and entered.

You saw a man standing at the front of the class. He was dressed in a nice suit, his dark brown, almost black, hair well done and a pair of glasses sitting low at his nose. He was quite handsome, in fact.

When his green eyes eyes met yours, he spoke up.

"You're late."

Mr. Jones said calmly, looking down at you. You found his voice oddly soothing.