I pulled into the parking lot easily sliding into one of the spots reserved for the teachers. I was early having been asked to come in early since the principle had a favor to ask. I had rather hoped to have a bit of a lie in since I had a free period first thing in the mornings. It was my only free period of the day as a matter of fact and I had been determined to use it to my advantage. There were some days when I was convinced I liked school even less than my students, but that was rare. I actually love teaching Iâ€™m just not very fond of the early morning that come with it. There were more student than I would have expected when I arrived. I could understand that since it was the first day of school. In my experience the students were usually anxious to see their friends after the long summer and there was plenty to do for the new school year on the first day.<br/><br/>â€œHey Mr. Râ€ â€œWelcome backâ€ â€œIâ€™m trying out for volleyball this year!â€ Several of the students called out to me as I made my way to the main building where the administration offices were located. According to the other teachers I was one of the best liked on staff. I could only assume if this was true it was because I was one of the younger teachers and tried my best to keep class interactive and interesting. I had always hated teachers that did nothing but lecture for the entire class and because of this I had decided that I would much rather make my classes all about discussion and ideas, what the children were interested in learning. This made me a favorite with his students, but shaky at best with the administration. Because of this fact I was not thrilled about the principal asking for a favor. I was convinced the principal was going to ask me to be more conventional with my lessons.<br/><br/>I was only too surprised when I entered the office and found the stern man handing me a student file. I flipped the file open to see the picture of a young woman. I assumed she must be a new student but I had no idea why I had been called in about her. I didnâ€™t know her or anything about her so why should a new transfer student make a difference to me. â€œIâ€™m not sure I understand what you are asking me. What does this girl have to do with me? And why did it merit making sure I arrived early when you know very well that I am much better when I have enough time to start my day with a cup of coffee and a warm pastry?â€ The principal sat down at his desk motioning for me to take a chair opposite him. I continued to idly flip through the girlâ€™s file as the tiresome man came to the point.<br/><br/>â€œThe fact of the matter is that we are starting a new program where new students are shown around by a teacher rather than a student. This teacher will also by the new students advisor for anything they may want or need. You happen to be the most qualified to try out this new system so we though it would be a good idea to try it with you first before we made it permanent. In other words meet Miss Abigail Weathers your brand new advisee.â€<br/><br/>I rolled my eyes. I should have known that sooner or later something like this was bound to happen. It only fallowed that the person in charge would find some subtly way to punish me for thinking so outside the box. He had managed to overlook the fact that the students in my class tended to average an entire letter grade higher than any other history class. He hadnâ€™t over looked the fact that I got rave reviews when teacher evaluation came around. If I wasnâ€™t so well liked it is entirely possible that I would be out of the job, but that doesnâ€™t really matter I would easily find something else to do or another school to teach at if he ever does decide to fire me for not doing things quite by the book.<br/><br/>We sat for quite some time as the man droned on and on about what my duties would be. It was all very boring and not at all concerning to me. I tuned most of it out. I had gathered the main idea and that should be enough. Show her around for three days tell her what to expect and that she could come to me with any questions or concerns. It was clear that he was trying to put me in a place of higher authority so I wouldnâ€™t be so chummy with my charges in the future; fat chance bud. He was talking endlessly about the sailboat he intended to buy when he retired when I heard the door open. It seemed that he had gone into the daydream state about his boat since it took him a minute to notice that we were no longer alone.<br/><br/>I slowly turned to see what I would be dealing with for the next three days. Her stormy eyes caught me and I felt almost like an electric shock run through me. This could be very bad. I would just have to put it out of my mind and treat her like any other student. I already knew I was in for more than I was ready to handle though that was one of the problems of being what I am.<br/><br/>â€œSo Abigail Weathers? Or do you prefer Abby? Iâ€™m Luke Ross. I teacher history at least one class for each level. I am fine with you calling me Luke, but Wood thinks it is too familiar so most of the students call me Mr. R which you can use unless you feel daring and want to call me Luke whatever you do donâ€™t call me Mr. Ross because then I start looking around for my dad. Come on lets leave principal Wood here with his disapproving look.â€ I quickly walked out of the room assuming that Abigail would fallow me.<br/><br/>I walked a bit slower so she could catch up. â€œNow if it is all the same to you I think we will start our tour with the cafeteria since principal stick in the mud wood deprived me of my morning coffee. You are free to get whatever you want and donâ€™t worry about the cost if you donâ€™t have it you should get issued a meal card at lunch that will take care of that.â€ I did my best not to look too much at Miss Weathers, but I knew I was done for within the first five minutes. In my next life I pray to God Iâ€™m not a were wolf.