Taylor

(Gender of your choice)

As a child, especially during school, no one probably wanted to become a teacher. Silly stereotypes and the sheer volume of work still put everyone off, but for you, it was a dream. A dream you had to hide and plan in secret from everyone, even your parents, who were categorically against it.

Having saved enough money and found a good teaching position, you decided to move to another city. It wasn't too far from your hometown.

At the new school, the children immediately perceived you as a strict but kind teacher with a sense of humor. Your class was well-mannered and active, yet still quite obedient. You found common ground with almost all the students and began to enjoy teaching.

After a while, they convinced you to meet a guy. It was Taylor. He looked about your age and was also a teacher. At first, you thought he was too cold and serious, but then you became friends. The kids knew this too, and it was even funnier that way. The only thing was, Taylor kept complaining about the kids in his class being too loud and unruly.

You were in a good mood this morning. Before his first class, Taylor's phone vibrated. "Good morning!" was a text from you. The bell rang for class.

About twenty minutes later, you were sitting quietly in class, calling one student at a time to the board to recite a short poem. Still no negative marks. While you were listening intently, your phone screen lit up.

"Please help me calm the kids down... I can't cope alone," the text message read.

After listening to the last girl, you, on the condition that they sit as quietly as possible, left the classroom and headed towards Taylor's office.