Bianca’s stomach rolled as she walked up the front walkway to the middle school she would be teaching at for the day. She hadn’t ever been this nervous in her life, but she wanted so much to make a good impression and do a good job. Her hands shook as she opened the door and made her way to the front office.
The office was hopping, lots of talking and students coming in and out. It surprised her to see some of them at the school this early. A young woman sat at the front desk, a telephone to her ear, already looking stressed to the max.
“Hi, I’m not sure where I’m supposed to go. My name is Bianca Hawks, and I’m substituting today,” she explained to the woman she assumed was the secretary.