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                  The first thing I did after leaving the school was ring my mum who had been scared to leave the house in case she missed my call, her mobile not being the most reliable. She was jubilant and insisted that we set a date for celebration on Friday at my favourite restaurant.
                  The evening was lovely. September seemed much less daunting now that I knew I had a job to go into. It was only when I feel asleep that I realised I now had another face to add to my nightmares. Now, I could see Amelia’s grey face in my dreams as well as that of the furious boy.

 
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    During the next few months there were lots of announcements on the Facebook group that had been created for student teachers at University, as most of the people who qualified at the same time as me managed to find employment. Not all were happy with their school but there wasn’t much choice. My summer was lovely, enhanced by the fact that I was genuinely excited about starting my new job at Logford. Of course, I was nervous, but my mum assured me that everyone was before starting their first real job. By the end of August, I rarely dreamed about Amelia, and the furious faced boy had disappeared from my dreams altogether. My mum was still keeping a close eye on me since the car crash and was unhappy about my decision to save up for a car but, as I explained to her, I felt like I’d drifted away from my friends because it was difficult for me to get anywhere now. If they were going to the cinema, I would need to catch two different buses, which I hated with a passion. I’d said no so many times over the summer that my university friends rarely bothered to invite me at all. I was hoping that Logford would offer a social life as well as an income. It was embarrassing when your own mother’s social life far outshone yours!
                 
    On the first morning, Mike acted like he’d never been away from the place. He already knew everyone and they knew him. I expected that he might make an effort to introduce me to other members of staff, but after a quick, ‘Hi, how ya doin?’ he went to catch up with the men from the PE department and I sat alone in the staff room,
    nursing a cup of tea.
                  I was starting to feel like a social leper as people rushed by without a word, when I saw a pair of court shoes appear in front of me. “Hi, you must be Gillian Gordon, the new English teacher, right? I’m Morgan Garrett. I teach English too and you’ll be my neighbour.” I looked at her blankly. “Your classroom is next to mine.”
                  “Oh! Well, nice to meet you. You’ll have to bear with me. I’m feeling a little nervous.”
                  “That’s ok. I remember how nerve-wracking that first day is.” Morgan was small, plump, and full of enthusiastic energy. Her smile reached her eyes, which were framed by thick purple framed glasses and her hair was flame-like, both in colour and the tendency to dance as she moved. “Are you having a form this year?”
                  “Yes, I actually asked for one at the interview. They are giving me a year seven form, so they’ll be new, too.”
                  “Sounds good. Mine are going into year eleven this year. I’ve had them since year seven. They all seem to have grown up so much over the last year. I can’t wait to see how they sprouted over the summer!” We continued to make small talk until Mr Briggs came in to give a staff briefing, and then I walked with Morgan to my classroom. It had been explained that the year sevens would come in an hour later than the other classes so that they wouldn’t feel as scared making their way to the form rooms with a mass of other people, so I was officially off-timetable today. It was something I was grateful for. As Morgan led me to my room, I noticed that her room, which had lots of lanky,