Bette sat in the teacher’s room, eating her lunch when someone sat next to her. Tina.

“Hey, how are you?” The blonde-haired woman asked, taking out her lunchbox.

“Hi, I’m fine. You?” Bette wanted to know. She knew her voice sounded a little shaky. Why was this happening? Why did she get so nervous with the blonde? Why were the nerves not something bad but actually felt… good. This was strage…

“Good. I had a great morning. My students are really nice.” Tina said.

“Oh, yeah, wait a week and they will turn into devils.” Bette told Tina. Tina laughed and Bette’s heart fluttered. That was the most beautiful sound.

“I think they will. My previous class was just like that, well some of them.” Tina said.

“I used to be a pain in my teachers ass.” Bette told her colleague.

“Yeah? What did you do.” Tina asked.

“Nothing, which was the problem.” Bette said and Tina chuckled. God that was a like music in her ears.

“Really? You don’t seem like a rebellious person.” Tina told her before taking a bite of her sandwich.

“Well, I was but I am better now.” Bette said.

“I have always been a very silent and friendly kid but now I’m much louder and more assertive then I was before. Guess we went the opposite direction.” Tina said.

“Probably but I can’t imagine you being silent, Tina.” Bette said with a smile.

“Oh, am I annoying you?” Tina asked.

Bette almost choked on her food, trying to say (read: scream) ‘no’ as fast as possible. “No, no, I didn’t mean it that way! You just seem a talker, you know.”

Tina smiled and nodded “Oh, okay. Now, tell me, who are the nice teachers around here and who are the ones I have to stay away from?”

Bette chuckled. “Well, Dana Fairbanks is my best friend. She is really nice and Alice Pieszecki, who is also a friend of mine, is great to, only she is a little loud but once you get used to it, she is a sweetheart. Faye Buckley, Henry Young and Josh Baker are not so nice. They are very irritating, at least, to me they are. The rest is just normal.”

“Where is your best friend now?” Tina asked.